If They're Needed
Friday. OK, no more foolishness about this aching roof of mouth - sinuses - top of head business, I'll talk with the medicos on Monday. It's not something that makes me think I'm going to fall down and die at any moment, the strength and health otherwise seem fine; it's just, you know, your head is in a bubble and you're thinking, “my goodness, if this were to get worse, well, I might just fall down flat on my face and break a camera”, which is disconcerting. If this hadn't been my daily companion for these last three years; if it had, you know, popped up this morning, I'd be freaked. Distressed.
Sake (and beer and wine and whiskey) in the evening seem to have an ameliorating effect. I'm not totally certain about this, probably best not to be too certain when speaking of alcohol. It's hard to be certain about much of anything when you're three sheets to the wind. I've even heard some say alcohol can lead to undo rationalizations, preposterous as that may sound.
Still, all things considered, I'll call the doctor Monday. “Doctor, although I'm otherwise feeling OK, life is not swell because my head is fucked. What do you suggest? Your nasal spray (that makes my health insurance people suspicious I'm into it for kicks) has had minimal effect: the upper palate still aches, the sinuses continue to reverberate, the vision is occasionally suspect and the top of my head does sympathetic riffs. Let's do more tests. Let's try antibiotics for sinus infections. I'm not fond of antibiotics unless they're absolutely needed, but I'm ready to see if they're needed.
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