Last night was the second night in a row that sinus pain woke me up. I'm no Carl Kolchak* but it seemed like that merited taking some action. Took care of the worst of it with a serious sinus rinse, followed by a cup of mint tea and a few peanut butter crackers before and after a couple of ibuprofens and an acetaminophen. I got another couple of hours sleep before deciding to get up and make breakfast.
Regular nasal rinses make a big difference in my comfort. Despite that, it's hard to make myself take time for them. I try not to do them when Tam is likely to notice, since she find the idea of deliberately putting water† up one's nose revolting, which make me snicker, which makes her giggle because it's all too silly for words, and then we're both laughing. It had been some time since the previous rinse and winter -- even as mild as this one has been so far -- is not a good time to fall behind.
* It's been pointed out before, but between Kolchak, Special Unit Two and Harry Dresden, Chicago is clearly a dangerous vortex of supernatural forces. Which explains a lot.
† Distilled water, there are plenty of horror stories about using tap water for this. Besides, Indiana tap water is so hard that I'd be at risk of developing lime scale.
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