Sinusitis

Sinusitis is a fancy word for a sinus infection. Which is what I think I have. Because typing "what is a sinus infection?" into Google is the equivalent of getting my M.D.

Yes yes, I'm a bona fide doctor. (Sidenote: I typed bona fide into this post as one word and it wasn't thinking bonafide was a word. So it suggested "debonaire" in its place. It also doesn't recognize bona fide split into two as being legit either. But yet again, Google comes to my rescue and says "bona fide" is totally legit. Thank you, Google, for reaffirming my grammar legitimacy and teaching me about inflammation of the sinuses.)

All I know is that my sinuses are burning and sometimes it looks like I'm crying. But I'm not. I'M NOT CRYING OKAY? I also know that trying to be an adult and go to work despite the fact that you don't feel good is hard work in and of itself. AKA I should have gotten paid overtime for today.

But alas, the following things can relieve even the most watery-eyed, inflamed nasal passage-afflicted girl:
1) My new Kindle (That Seth got me for Christmas.) Because I can read the Bible on it. And The Hunger Games.
2) Tea
3) Tissues
4) Vitamins and Mucinex and Ibuprofen, all laid out for the next morning on top of a note that says "And kisses from Mom!"
5) Baths. Baths that I take after taking those pills. Baths that I take while I read my Kindle and drink my tea and blow my nose. Those are good, good baths.