Sunday, November 25, 2007
A Disturbing Discovery
In all my 29.99 years, I've never had the sort of disturbing discovery I had last week.
Early Sunday the soft morning light peeked through my blinds, rousing me from a good night's sleep. I squealed as I stretched the last bit of sleep from my bones. I was ready to start my day. Five errands to run and two parties to attend, one of which would include lots of single men. It was a promising day.
I swung my feet over the side of the bed, gave the dog a good-morning pat and plodded off to the bathroom. I took care of business, brushed my teeth and washed my face. Then, I began the fourth ritual, blowing my nose.
Yuck. I need a humidifier or something.
Wow, you don't want to come out now, do you, you little shit?
Blow, dig, blow.
Damn. What the hell?
I got all up in the mirror. Close as possible. That's when I realized I wasn't just dealing with a stubborn booger here.
It was a zit. Complete with whitehead. Inside. my. nose.
Now, as this never has happened to me before, I was somewhat at a loss. Traditional zit popping methods were difficult, if not useless. But, after twenty minutes of fretting and contorting, I finally popped that sucker.
So, if ever you have a big, nasty, posing-as-a-booger zit inside your nose on the same day you have the possibility of meeting Ms. Right, here is my advice...
Squeeze the shit out of your nose.
It hurts like hell, but it's much better than snorting Proactive.