I woke up a week ago with a stuffy head and I haven’t had a proper night’s sleep since.
IT’S MY BLOG AND I’LL MOAN IF I WANT TO.
In the past week I have lived on a diet of the following:
Lot’s more Advil
… And a cortisone injection, for luck.
Nothing is helping. I still can’t breathe at night. My ears pop with every chew. Each swallow is a struggle, a choking sensation grips my throat. And now there’s coughing too.
I get on an airplane in five days, one which will keep me in a pressurized air cabin for nine hours and then another five, before I reach my final destination. I do not think it is at all dramatic to think my head will actually explode from the sinus pressure. Luckily, I have sorted out pretty much everything I need before my Indian adventure begins. I have the right documents, a few changes of clothes, a bottle of shampoo and a general antibiotic for just in case.
The only thing I’m focusing on for the next five days is banishing any traces of sickness from my poor, poor head. BE GONE.