Thursday, October 05, 2006

So clearly I lied

I wasn't really back at all, there, was I?

Not for lack of things to talk about, but for all sorts of other good excuses. Like internet being down at home. Like being busy. Like good weather. Like being lazy.

Anyway, let's try this again, shall we?

For the last few weeks I've had this odd pressure behind my face, on the left side, directly below my cheek bone and about halfway closer to my nose. Now, I've had sinus infections before, and besides usually being quite painful, they've usually started with an allergy attack or a cold or something that involves a seriously runny nose and a lot of gunk... or, you know, "post-nasal drip." What's weird about this is that it's just a strange feeling; there's no pain, there's no snot, there's no feeling of general ickiness.

Also, when I poke at this point on my face, the feeling goes from pressure to serious discomfort, though still not exactly painful.

Now, I know better than anyone when something isn't quite right with my body, having lived with it for a few decades. And while I'm admittedly a complete hypochondriac about certain things (what if that tiny little tremor in my hand was this first sign of Parkinson's instead of a sign of too much caffeine?!), after that heart thing, I've learned when something's not right enough to get the doctor involved. As I have done in this instance.

Of course, as it turns out, neither my doctor nor my dentist know what's up any more than I do, nor has an x-ray elucidated the matter any. Nor has a full course of antibiotics made a difference. So now it's up to the specialists.

On the one hand, I'm glad they don't think I have a tooth problem, because there's no way in hell I ever want to experience anything remotely like a root canal again. On the other hand, if it's not that or a sinus infection, I'm left with something tragic or mortifying. Like brain leakage or a spider's egg sac in my maxillary sinus.

Oh god I feel woozy.

4 Comments:

Electric Mayhem said...

Two words that should never, ever be together: egg and sack. God that's gross.

Dissident Sister said...

Laughing.So.Hard.


It's probably some form of dork cancer.

Electric Mayhem said...

Hey Urkle -

You're one to talk.

Love,

Bitchass

Dissident Sister said...

The only thing I know about dork cancer is what I learned nursing YOUR bitchass back to health, Broc.

 

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