12 November 2007

Cutting Off My Nose To Spite My Fucking Nose

I have an appointment with an allergist on Wednesday. For the last two weeks, the only time I've been able to breathe out of my nose has been either immediately following a brisk walk in the cold, or when I'm hopped up on the nasal smack of Afrin. I've never been more excited to go to the doctor in my life.

I also just petted the cat and rubbed my eyes. Maybe I deserve this.

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