Monday, May. 09, 2005 - 4:16 P.M.

It’s been a week since I could taste food. A week since my body was without ache; since I could walk around sans tissue. A week since I could swallow without pain and since I could sleep through the night. A week since I could go more than a three minute stretch without coughing. A week since my ears were not clogged up; since things have not come out of my body that look exactly like things in the body of the frog I dissected in ninth grade Anatomy/Physiology. A week since I have felt normal. For me.

I have a sinus infection y’all and it is a mother of a sinus infection. I am now on my second round of antibiotics and steroids.

About two-and-a-half years ago I had what I thought was a case of my old buddy pharyngitis. I jaunted (okay, more like dredged myself) on down to my local Doc-In-The-Box and was told I had a sinus infection. (Up to this point in my life I had never had trouble with my sinuses or allergies nor had I ever had a sinus infection. Since then? I’ve had about seven or eight.) I was a tinge skeptical with the diagnosis but, nonetheless, took their prescription for a Z-pack and Darvocet (for the aches and pains). Skeptical yet not stupid. Who would turn down Darvocet? At any rate I felt much better in a couple of days and that has been the case with every sinus infection since with the exception of the, thus far, unconquerable one I’m now dealing with.

I’ve even been told three times that I may have to have sinus surgery. You know where they go up your nose and scrape your sinuses out? Desperate as I am, that is not my idea of a solution. Yet. No, I’m more of a antibiotic/pain killer kind of gal.

So. Any suggestions out there? Any thing I can do to head-off the infection? Stop it from occurring? At this point, I’m up for anything. Go ahead--tell me about Aunt Alice who had had sinus problems all her life but after one session with a High Priestess of voodoo was cured forever. You can leave out the part where Aunt Alice now clucks like a chicken at the full moon or some such. I’m for being cured not cursed.

Any help would be appreciated as I feel like my body is the scene of the next Mucinex commercial.

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