Grosser than Gross

Okay, if you are going to be grossed out, take a hint from the title and don't read on. --End Disclaimer--

Woke up this morning at 7:30, (oh, yes, rose right outta bed) birds chirping and the whole bit. Sweet Mr. Price made coffee for me (awww...) poured myself a cup, checked a couple emails from my computer spot at the kitchen table then stepped into the shower (with coffee - finished it off… Mmmm). Perfect start to the day.

Here we go: Towel drying hair. Notice hair sure has gotten long, need a cut. Ready to flip head over and wrap in a towel… lean back a little, start to thrust head forward to flip wet hair over… mid flip: weird muscle contraction in my chest- head moving forwad, now upside down and going to the back swing… OMG! Coffee-acid-reflux ALL UP IN my nasal cavity. AHHH!!! the burning, the burning… running to sink where I snarf up as much water up my nose as possible (something I avoid like the plague when say, in the pool or at the beach).. And desperately try anything to make the burning stop and get it out! It's like some awful acid got poured in there way up high and I can't get it out. Sick out, man.

It still burns. Now I know why the Joker was so darn mean… he dealt with this every day. I am now terrified to flip my hair over. Something about the stinging, non-remedy-able agony of acid up the nose nullifies the loveliness of birds chirping and morning dew after a gentle evening rain.



On a separate note: Kelley- I promise to get Maddie's bday pics up soon- my goal is next 48 hours. Hold me to it. Anyway, I need the distraction of having too much to do so I don't notice the bleach-like smell each time I inhale.