I shit you not. My sinuses are the root of all evil. I woke up this morning feeling completely run down. For the first few hours of the day, I thought maybe it was just from a lack of sleep lately. But as early afternoon approached, the telltale sinus headache removed all doubt.

In December of 2007, I had sinus surgery to open six blocked sinus passages. That’s right. Essentially all of my sinuses were blocked due to a severely deviated septum which was caused by a broken nose. I wound up missing nearly three months of work that year from a case of chronic sinusitis that was so severe at times that I wasn’t out of bed for more than an hour or two at a time.

For a while after my surgery, I felt fantastic. But within a few months, the problems started again. I never get nearly as sick as I was for that three month period. But I also can’t seem to go more than four to six weeks without getting a sinus infection. I’m getting really tired of it. I mean really tired of it. Tonight, my greatest aspiration is to go home, make a cup of hot tea, and pass out on my couch.

When this thing gets a grip on me, it takes hold for about a week. If it last that long this time, it’s gonna severely screw up some plans for me for the next few days. The weather’s starting to get warmer and lighter and shorter clothing are becoming more appropriate. Wanting to be curled up under a blanket seems like an insult to the season. Plus, a very close friend is giving me “signals” that now is not the time to lie about, nursing an illness.

So, this blog post has been about nothing but my sinuses. Awesome. On a completely unrelated, but probably more interesting note, I’ve been listening to the Twilight Singers again. I think it was prompted by Tuesday’s season premiere of Rescue Me. Given Denis Leary’s longtime relationship with the late Ted Demme, it’s no surprise that the show uses a lot of Greg Dulli music. Tuesday’s episode featured a Gutter Twins song. Either way, hearing Dulli’s voice again made me want to hear more. I wasn’t in the mood for Afghan Whigs, so Twilight Singers it was.

The nice thing about the Twilight Singers is that the music is, for the most part, relaxing. But when you have a sinus infection and are completely run down, the band isn’t an ideal choice for the commute to a twelve hour day at work that ends at midnight. Ugh! Midnight. Three hours to go. I’ve been pretty productive up to this point. But that tea and my couch are starting to sound like a little slice of Heaven right now. This post was awesome. Good work here. Aaand… cut!