I think I'm going to have to bite the bullet and visit the doctor. There is no other explanation for my recurring symptoms than a very bad sinus infection - which means I need some serious butt-kicking drugs - and probably for about three months.
I am really sick of being sick, and I'm kind of addicted to, like - BREATHING, ya know? And this sinus thing has turned me into a mouth-breather.
Much more of this, and I'm going to wake up as a Flat-Head with a bone in my nose.
So I'm off to see Dr. Howse as soon as he returns from wherever he went. (He's not like Greg House on TV - he's much more fun and cuddly, whereas House is about as cuddly as a barbed-wire fence. But I love him anyway! I've been a Hugh Laurie fan since seeing him in the Black Adder series 20 years ago. Watch these is you have a chance - terrific comedy with Rowen Atkins!)
Er... where was I?
Oh, yes. Being smote by this unholy sinus infection, (or would that be smited? Surely not smitten. I have no affection for this nasty condition whatsoever!) I have been unable to attack things with my usual amount of energy and enthusiasm. (Instead of being merely lethargic, I find myself hardly able to ring the bell for the servants I keep imagining I have.)
Laugh if you want, but I know that if I just concentrate hard enough, one of these worthless figments of my imagination will get off their lazy kuesters and get in there and do some of that laundry!
Anyway, I am surrounded by tasks at present.
Surrounded like Custer at the Battle of Little Big Horn.
And we all know how THAT turned out. (Not that he didn't deserve it, the big jerk.)
Which is not to say that I feel hostility on all four sides. I feel very little hostility (except, of course, for the hostility I feel toward those imaginary servants). I'm great. I just find this ongoing sinus thing a millstone because it's slowing me down, and I have a lot of stuff I want to get done!
I've got my real job to do, and I've got my mommy job to do, and I've got my housekeeping duties, and then I'm trying to make aprons for the Hosti at Hero Arts, and I'm looking at all the posts and cards AND I'm responding to all the posts and cards, and I've got all these lovely ideas for this week's challenge, (which I haven't had a chance to make yet), and I have all these things I want to post about and blogs I want to visit, AND I'm trying to make another video before I lose all the knowledge I gained last week....
Actually, I just finished making a video of the card I made for last week's Hero Arts Blog challenge, and I was appalled at how much know-how had already leaked out of my head. (I have a brain like a sieve, I'm telling you!) So it was a good idea to force myself to make another video ASAP or else I'd be completely lost. (I'm kind of like an idiot savant - only I'm all idiot without the savant. I learn at the speed of light - and then lose it even faster if I don't use it. It's really very, very sad.)
So tomorrow I will post my video, and I will have at least one objective accomplished.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go wash some clothes so that, if I DO wake up as a Flat-Head tomorrow, I'll at least not have to wear some tacky old antelope skins.
But before I go, I thought I'd share a little poem I wrote for the occasion.
There once was a lady whose sinus
Was never a plus but a minus.
Her nose was so stuffed
That she gasped as she cussed,
"My head feels like it's up my behin'us!"
I never said I was a good poet.