Day 1 of the nasal spray and I'm getting the hang of it, as much as anyone sticking something up their nasal passage and squirting the contents can get the hang of something (fans of poppers maybe?). Difficult to resist the urge to inhale deeply after a squirt a'la Vicks Sinex (have had a stern warning NOT to sniff it up or it'll go down my throat instead of being absorbed by the blood vessels in my nose, and I'll waste £600 of NHS money) but a little did escape down my throat somehow. Must be because of the super-squirt action from the nebulizer. Pumping the nebulizer yesterday in preparation for today (to ensure there was sufficient liquid in the tract) I got to see the 6 inch fountain it emitted. No wonder it found it's way down my throat. There's probably some of it coating the back of my eyeballs and a little on my brain.
I foolishly made the mistake of mentioning to the husband one of the side effects of the spray is irritability. On my lunch hour today, I set on my way to Fopp to buy a book, sit in the grounds of the Cathedral and read it whilst eating my lunch. I had been looking forward to it all morning. The husband decides to ring me 3 times to tell me that:
a) he forgot his wallet today (So?)
b) can I ring the sports hall and book badminton for him (No)
c) House of Fraser is having a closing down sale (And…?)
Upon the third phone call when I tell him to sod off and leave me alone, I'm told "Ooooooh, side effects are setting in already!" Pretty sure I'd be annoyed sans medication.
I've successfully managed to avoid doing any writing this evening by dusting. Wonder what excuse I'll find tomorrow night? Really wish I could pull my finger out and get back on it. Might dig out my old cuttings of published pieces to spur me on and remind myself that I can do it.
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