Sinus, sinusitis, congestion, cattarah, whatever you call it, it is a constant penance of my life. When I was young and innocent, being all infected was grand -acceptable even -but as you get older you look/ sound more whingey whiney when you are constantly a bit unwell. I am in danger of becoming a grumpy old lady with millions of complaints way before my time. Well a little bit before my time…
So onto today. I got to the specialist of ENT. The Wizard of Sinus. Surely if tinman got a heart, the lion some courage and Dorothy was reminded her shoes were magic, surely this guy could tell me how to be rid of these isses?
So as he examined me (which involved putting tubes up my nostrils with pretty much no discomfort warning) he asked if I had banged my nose badly ever. Playing sport, he suggested.
My sporting days belong in the yore of past tense so I nodded non-commitedly thinking sure, yeah, that could have happened. A long time ago.
Just don’t ask when.
He then hurt me with silly straw tubes and it was while my brain was poked that I recalled clearly the time I banged my nose. The time that mattered. When damage may have occurred
It wasn’t too far away from the surgery actually.
The nose disaster occured during the two am walk to the bus home from the Tullamore Harriers, approximately 1996. 1997 max. For those of you not having had the pleasure to teenage angst in the Irish midlands, the Harriers in Tullamore is a sports ground with a sizeable function hall that used to host disco/ niteclubs on a Saturday night. It had a bar. Most people were underage. The rule of thumb was that once you had the provisional driving license (at 17) you definitely got in. You got in as long as you looked somewhat near the age for legality (18). It was like a shebeen for underage drinking. With an Oasis soundtrack. As I teach Yeats poetry I often have a giggle at the line in the sombre Easter 1916 referring to the Gore-Booth/ Markieviez sisters:
‘She often rode to harriers’ Easter 1916
It just meant something way less classy in the midlands of Ireland. English teacher humour. No apologies.
(For those of you who care, it is also where Niall Horan would have gone and he claims it was rare people wanted to *shift him #lookatmenow.
*Shift- local slang for deep kissing, all tongue. Click here for more knowledge on Niall Horan on the Harriers. )
I walked into a lampost. Mr Soft style. Bang on the conk. Every one around me laughed whole-heartedly. This was the highlight of many, many people’s nights. It was quite dramatic.
There was much blood and a massive mark, front and centre. On my nose. Many sketches and drawings occurred on my maths copy, King Lear textbook and so on for quite some time.
Did I tell Mr Sinus, who by the way turned out to be a bit of a humbug, just like the original Wiz?
I surely didn’t.
How embarrassing.
My friends still laugh. They are probably laughing now.
It was pretty funny I reckon.
Ha ha ha! Sorry, it IS pretty funny! I hope that your nose survives! 💖💖
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Survived but something dodgy behind a seemingly innocent exterior…👃
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oh no! how dreadful!!
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Just at the time when mortification was real😊
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I’ve done stuff like that! Ha! Feel better soon!
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Can not wait to live without sinus pain!!
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Wow that sounds painful! Not fun you are still suffering. I can remember walking into a tree years ago.. but I don’t think I banged my nose.
I’m sure it seemed funny at the time, fun story to tell, but owww!
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It is really funny for my friends who never forgot it and now cannot believe it still has an effect!
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It’s a simple thing that people would find funny,.. But not so amusing for you right now.
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The sinus discomfort was terrible. I finally have a system that gives relief but I must stuck to it religiously.
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It does sound painful!
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I was told about 15 years ago that I needed my sinuses cleaned out after having my nose broken a few too many times. I heard a bunch of horror stories and never did it.
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Oh god- this could be my path!
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Oh Boy!! I have conked my shnozz way too many times to count…and usually with people watching me as well. Funny memories 🙂
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It is a funny place to hit- that and falling on your butt!!
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Oh, my! That must be terrible. I hope you feel better soon.
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Thank you. Allergy season!
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Many moons ago ENT/Head & Neck was what I specialised in…..Functional Endoscopic Sinus Surgery was pretty routine (it is prob completely different now!). Sounds like your own “shift” with the lamp post has given you a deviated septum….OK, OK enough medical talk! Believe me when I say I have never partied as hard as when I was doing my specialist ENT training…..I think a few posts in China town got in my way!!!
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You told me more in a post than anyone has in years. Just looked up my nose and it is certainly crooked…
I think posts in China town have a lot to answer for probably!!
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Ha! Orla that is the kind of thing I’d do! In fact I gave myself a black eye by misjudging where my sink was!
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So. Easily. Done
Ouch ☺
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Totally 🤪
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Oh no! There’s nothing worse that a full-on face plant whether it’s into a lamp post or hitting the floor (and yes, I’m talking from experience! Maybe we could start a club) 😉
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Oh the floor. Having to get up after….too many emotions.
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Can we call the club facebangers?🤣
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😆😆😆
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Ow ow oooowch!!
You poor thing. It must have been funny to see, but I am wincing at the thought of it!!
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I can still feel It. It is a looooong time ago🙂
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Shifting Nial Horan, sniggers
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Whadda brag😂
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Oh my. I have to say I hate it when doctor ask did you… have you… Like I can remember that crap! I can barely remember if I have to buy milk on the home.
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My friends are all laughing at the irony!
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