Snoring mouth breather.
Left, right, left, right, left, right, back.
Squeaky, squeaky face.*
I know. I deserve all of the awards for that brilliance.
I’ve had the absolute worst cold/sinus infection thing for the past week and I’m so, so whiny. And my lips are so dry from breathing out of my mouth for days. And oh my GOD is my face squeaky. Am I the only person who gets a squeaky face with sinus stuff? ‘Cause it’s real squeaky. My nose is halfway unstuffed at the moment, and any time I try to inhale through it, it sounds a bit like a finger dragging over an over-inflated balloon. That’s the best description I can think of.
I can’t touch my face without it feeling like it might explode. And I’m coughing and hacking and have the worst cramps of my life and had to get blood work today and oh my god.
I feel like a man with a cold. I should not be whining so much.
Just stopping in to say hey, blog.
*Originally, this was going to be a Shakespearean sonnet, but I am two years out of college and the laziest former-English major ever. I think the last sonnet I wrote was probably something obscene about Dante’s Inferno. I have the best hobbies.