Yes, in the immortal words of our Most High, Geoffrey Peterson, beloved, robot skeleton.
What the hell, man?!
For any of my readers whose lives are devoid of these two hilarious dudes, Geoff is Mr. Craig Ferguson’s trusty sidekick on The Late, Late Show.
(Was his sidekick? 🙁 The Late, Late Show ended and now Craig is doing a funny game show instead.)
Craig and I are kind of long, lost twins, born oceans apart. Craig hails from my largest chunk of heritage, Scotland. My uncle went over there a couple years ago and was very warmly welcomed at the Burnett family castle. They treated him so graciously and were so happy that he was there. And yet, in reality, he was a perfect stranger. Super groovy experience for him to have and for me to read about.
Ah yes, but, back to…
…Craig and I. Although he’s eight years older, Craig was born on May 17 and I was born on May 22. Craig got sober on February 18, 1992, and I got sober on January 30, 1992. See? Twins! 😉
Back to the topic at hand, my, “What the hell, man?!” of the day is:
My poor, red, swollen, ouchy, and even extremely itchy, nose. Ooh-whee, I look tired! I was up until 3:30 this morning. Unrelated to my sore nose, I actually just had too much coffee. I’ve gotten down to only drinking 1 or 1 1/2 cups a day over the last several months. I’m working on switching all my coffee to green tea and I’m almost there.
But, as I often do, I had some expectations that were too high. I have just gotten back on my two antibiotics on Thursday, after being off of them for two weeks. I was frustrated that I wasn’t feeling as much motivation to “do my life,” as I’d hoped I’d feel right away, once getting back on them.
Because we all know antidepressants work immediately, right? No, you idiot, you know full well they can take 2-3 weeks to fully benefit you. Hell, you’ve been on them for 29 damn years – you know all about that!
Okay, okay. Geez, Subconcious, no need to be a jerk about it. So, anyway, I decided a few extra cups of coffee would help. Yowza!
Being off both massive doses of caffeine and massive doses of Tegretol, made me putty in yesterday’s coffee’s hands. And it just wouldn’t let me sleep.
And then I woke up really early, as my nose was itching and throbbing. The miserable condition of my nose began yesterday morning and has been escalating since. I have hard, itchy, painful blisters all around the outside right side of my nose and in my right nostril. Joy. I just woke up with them Saturday.
I have three theories. The first one is bad. You will notice I have a cold sore on my lip. It’s fine, not a big deal, and at the end stages of its little life. Or so I thought Friday night when moisturizing my face before bed. (Hubby makes this KILLER healing salve, will blog about it soon.)
When I was moisturizing, I didn’t act carefully to keep my lips germs separate from everything else, as I normally do when I have a cold sore — because I really thought it was past the contagious stage. So that means, I could actually have a “herpes nose” now. Gross! And oh gee, great. That means it will continually happen. Joy.
My second theory is worse. Mark and I have both had MRSA (a superbug of a staph infection that is resistant to ordinary antibiotics) and this feels eerily similar. That would mean pain, actually much pain, fever, and worst of all, very expensive antibiotics. Do not like this theory any better.
My third theory is most certainly creepy, but would actually be the best prognosis. The blisters remind me very much of spider bites. Look like blisters, but are hard and painful. So, that would mean a sweet, little spider family had a get-together overnight on my face, and all decided to bite me right in the same area. Yes, very creepy, but would mean no highly-increased pain, no fever, no doctor’s office visits, and best of all, no expensive solution. So let’s all just be a little creeped out, or a lot creeped out, and let this be the real answer. Mmmkay?
I’ve been putting a booboo sponge on it all day and that definitely helps. And I’ve been taking advil and benadryl. I’ll see how it is in the morning and reevaluate. I welcome all healing thoughts sent my way. Thanks in advance. 🙂
Good gravy, when it rains, it pours.
Have a groovy day!
Lisa Marie Mary
P.S. I took the pics in two different rooms, as I wasn’t sure which light was better. My vote now is neither. Heh. But with my hair a little longer now, I think I really look like my brother, David. My hubby and sister both said shaving my head made me look like him more than ever!
P.P.S. Did you notice how Geoffrey is so thoughtfully and sympathetically wearing a red nose for me? He’s so nice.