Monday, January 5, 2009
I'm all about keeping it real, so I have a confession to make. I suffer from rhinitis medicamentosa. In layman's terms that means I am a nasal spray junkie.
Don't laugh, I'm serious. I think my office mates are contemplating an intervention. I can't stand it when my nose is plugged and now I have spiraled into the abyss of nose spray hell. It is the monkey on my back.
I have nasal spray in the living room, in my backpack, on the night stand by my bed, and on in my desk at work. One time I was at the airport in Anchorage headed back to Kotzebue and I realized that I had left my nasal spray in the hotel. I thought I could hack it, after all we would be in Kotzebue in a couple hours....but all I could think about was my stuffed up nose. I lasted for about 15 minutes before I was desperate. I headed to the EuroCafe praying that they had some. Much to my relief they had a Afrin. I'm so pathetic that I didn't even bat an eyelash at the fact that it cost $13 for that tiny little bottle.
It's a very sad thing.
By the way....the first person who can tell me what movie that picture comes from wins a prize :)