I've been waylaid over the past 36 hours by sinus pain of the gods. I haven't had it like this in a while, but blame record level pollen and a weather roller coaster that soars into the 90's only to plunge into the low 40's... high pressure, low pressure, high pressure, low pressure. My head gave up and so did I. I took lot of sinus medicine, something I don't really like to do, and crawled to my bed... trying to read, trying to sleep, trying to watch some TV. I've had some interesting conversations with myself. A few one-sided ones with the dogs, who were more than happy to share bed space in the middle of the day! I don't know if they get sinus headaches. If they do, they're better at managing the really bad ones than I am. I can't wag my tail and a smile hurts. I also wonder if a dog can be in a bad mood. Sure, they can be angry, they can be scared, but they don't hold grudges, they don't spew crap, they just are what they are... usually fuzzy bundles of goodness... happy for whatever is in front of them whether it's a ball, a favorite human, a fallen piece of food, a scent on the grass, or a whole scenery of scent blowing in the window. I had the window cracked for a bit, thinking fresh air might help my head, and I loved watching the dogs catch a whiff of what was going on out there. You could see them actually catagorizing it all. It was like they were watching a movie with their noses... I wanted to see a printout of every little molecule they were deciphering and what it meant to them. OK, I was actually jealous of their ability to inhale large quantities of air without pain...
After 40-some years of living with dogs, I am still amazed at their ability to just be. This is who I am (I know... what I am... but to me, they're a who) take me or leave me. I will not change my hair, I will not change my size, I will not bark like a different breed, I will not even think about how I stack up against a different breed. I will just be, and I will revel in it. You can enter me into competitions that tell me if I'm superior or not, but that's for you. It doesn't mean a thing to me. I will just be happy here... going along for the ride that is life. Scratch my rump and I'll be even happier.
People have said it in many different ways, but I'll say it again... it'd be a happier world if we took a few more lessons from dogs. I should take a lesson and be happy where I am... and I kind of am... I'm getting to spend bonus time in my island of a bed, but I mean where I live... not the people I live with. I love and like them, but the damn place where I live. The place that seems to have a pole stuck up it's ass and demands that you do the same if you want to fit in.
I wonder how many people are naturally happy with a pole stuck up their ass. Really. I mean it. How many people chose that? I know I have met some people who were definitely born with an inserted pole and they seem happy that way. More power to them... but the rest of us?? At some point we buy into the fact that we're supposed to have one, and if we don't actually have one, by gawd, you'd better act like it. Don't act as if you can move freely about your world, reveling in your choices... no... follow some strict "pole up your ass" code. It will make everyone happier... or does it?
I feel like I am surrounded by a sea of discontent... people think they're kind of happy, but they're not. They're just trying to do what they think is expected of them and then find out that usually bites them in the ass as well. Do what your parents say, do what your school says, do what your peers expect, do what the village code demands, do what your boss demands... remember, if it's wet and it's not yours... don't touch it... I'm tired of it. What's going to happen if we didn't volunteer to stick that pole up our asses?? I'm guessing not much, but I think everyone would be happier. Everyone would be happier if they weren't spending so much time wondering if they've got the right car in the driveway or if they're asked to the right parties, or worrying that they've got the damn clover out of their yard... and they probably wouldn't worry about spending a sick day or two in bed... hanging out with the dogs... the dogs who have no poles up their asses and are so at ease with themselves that they'll crap on your lawn, even if someone is watching.
No... I don't want to crap on the lawn... but maybe I'd like to metaphorically crap on the lawn a little bit more than I do. Things seemed screwed up these days, on any number of levels... I think we'd be a little better of if we removed the poles from our asses and let the country go to the dogs.
I'm going back to sleep.
Pressure Drop
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Posted by: ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© | June 01, 2012 at 02:47 PM
they don't spew crap
You have unusual dogs.
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | June 01, 2012 at 03:23 PM
also, too, I like this post. In a stream-of-consciousness kind of way. It is delightfully aimless, yet makes a point.
It reminded me of this.
Excerpts from a Dog’s Daily Diary:
8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm – Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm – Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | June 01, 2012 at 03:46 PM
Exactly.
Posted by: Jennifer | June 01, 2012 at 04:22 PM
Blogging! My Favorite thing!
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | June 01, 2012 at 04:35 PM
people think they're kind of happy, but they're not.
Boy, I must be like a breath of fresh air, huh? (I mean, if you could breathe without pain) I make no pretense of thinking any such thing.
:)
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | June 01, 2012 at 04:37 PM
Right now it feels like nails through my eyebrows... My favorite thing!!!
Posted by: Jennifer | June 01, 2012 at 05:08 PM
Scratch my rump and I'll be even happier.
We can't even do that right. We worry about how we looked while being scratched, the duration of the scratching, whether the panting was fake, and if we being scratched as much or as adventurously as the dogs we see on TV and the Web.
Posted by: Brando | June 01, 2012 at 05:15 PM
Scratch my rump and I'll be even happier.
That's a line written by a blogger all hopped up on sinus goofballs.
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | June 01, 2012 at 05:21 PM
like nails through my eyebrows... My favorite thing!!!
Obvs the favorite things of the piercing-happy young people I see all around the East Side.
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | June 01, 2012 at 05:23 PM
sinus pain of the gods
Probably spiders in there.
Posted by: herr doktor bimler | June 02, 2012 at 05:56 AM
Research reveals that (a) 25 years have passed since Snakefinger died; and (b) the bottlestore down the load has a shitload of good UK beer (Hen's Tooth) that's past its Best Before date so they're selling it for $3 a bottle.
Time to fall into a lamentable state.
Posted by: herr doktor bimler | June 02, 2012 at 06:02 AM
First, I hope you are feeling better today!
Secondly, your post reminded me of something I read on FB yesterday:
The Dalai Lama when asked what surprised him most about humanity, answered, "Man....Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money. Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health. And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; he lives as if he is never going to die, and then dies having never really lived"
Posted by: blue girl | June 02, 2012 at 08:54 AM
They're still hurting, but not quite as bad... anyhow, I've got stuff I have to do today so no hanging out on Bed Island!
Gotta love that Dalai Lama.
We most often do not act in our own best interest.
hdb- I think the spiders merely crawled in and poured some fast setting cement then ran out.
Posted by: Jennifer | June 02, 2012 at 09:48 AM
Gotta love the Lama! lol
Posted by: blue girl | June 02, 2012 at 10:40 AM
Sure, BG comments here but not at the Empire. Must be all depressed because of listening to the Wall all day.
Kenny Rogers Jillette says pshaw. DOUBLE pshaw.
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | June 02, 2012 at 12:06 PM
Big hitter, the Llama.
Posted by: Brando | June 02, 2012 at 02:25 PM
Likes his chaw, too.
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Posted by: ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© | June 02, 2012 at 05:43 PM
People have said it in many different ways, but I'll say it again... it'd be a happier world if we took a few more lessons from dogs.
The back pain was horrific and I never managed to get my tongue down there.
Posted by: Substance McGravitas | June 02, 2012 at 06:02 PM
OMG!! I want some of your allergy meds :-) And I really miss my dog and the fact that I live in a no pet apartment at the moment. Somehow the pole missed my ass! And I suspect if one came anywhere near you you would throw it to the dogs like a bone :-)
Although the only time I ever spend a day in bed is when I am sick... I guess for now it is just comforting to hear you remind me of the luxury of it... and be thankful that I haven't been there in quite some time. Hope you feel better real soon
Posted by: Miss Jane | June 02, 2012 at 09:45 PM
yes yes yes yes yes
also I AM SO GETTING A DOG!!!!
Posted by: Kathleen | June 03, 2012 at 12:12 AM
So... do you have a neti pot? I'm a bit of a neti pot evangelist. I got one a few years back, and I swear by it. Using it just flushes all of the crap out of your sinuses.
Posted by: B^4 | June 03, 2012 at 02:01 AM
You could see them actually catagorizing it all.
I can see my cats dogmatising it all.
Posted by: herr doktor bimler | June 03, 2012 at 06:24 AM
Miss Jane- I know that pole missed your ass. Thank gawd. The poles missed all of you commenters' asses... and the Lama's. :)
B^4- My mother swears by it as well... I know others who said to get one, but there's still part of me that freaks... just a tad, even though I've tried one. I think after the past 4 days though, I may be ready to try again.
K- DO! GET ONE!! :) They'll LAHVE you! And... if you get one as big as one of ours, B will think it's a hairy dinosaur! Win-Win!!!
:) @ bimler.
Posted by: Jennifer | June 03, 2012 at 07:55 AM
Also- no one wants this sinus medicine... Out of desperation, I had to buy a time-released pill. If I'm going to take the dreaded Sudafed™, I usually take half a dose, and only take it once a day, for a day, maybe two, tops. Apparently sinuses are having their way with us this year and the only thing available was a 12 hr pill. Full dose for 12 fricking hours... not my usual half that only last for about 4. Anyhow, it messes with me... as you can tell by reading the above.
Posted by: Jennifer | June 03, 2012 at 08:00 AM
I'm glad I'm not allergic to stuff. The only thing that gets me is certain little gnats...their bites swell up huge and itch for days and days.
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Posted by: ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© | June 03, 2012 at 09:06 AM
I am allergic to certain alkaloids.
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | June 03, 2012 at 12:46 PM
im allergic to allergy medicine!
this neti pot intrigues me, but i am also scared of (no thanks to an indian idiom/insult about) drowning myself in a handful of water.
Posted by: almostinfamous | June 03, 2012 at 02:02 PM
If you want to clear your sinuses and still feel energetic, there's always cocaine.
Posted by: Brando | June 04, 2012 at 08:58 AM
And LOL at Substance.
Posted by: Brando | June 04, 2012 at 08:59 AM