Of Sinus Infections and Little Blue Engines

It's a double post day, except not really because you're going to pretend that the last post happened yesterday like I meant it to. This thing they call "school" took up all of my time yesterday- I'm talking 9AM to 9PM straight with about an hour in there cumulative that I wasn't doing anything. So yes. You're pretending.


Anywho- So Monday night, while I'm trying to figure out how to take classes all year except August until Husband graduates, which is a lengthy process and rather tedious, my unusually bad hay fever allergies turned into something nastier equaling extreme pressure in my sinuses + earaches + headaches + body aches + general miserableness. Tuesday I didn't feel any better, and slept between appointments to take care of my classes situation. At one point I googled Mayo Clinic and looked up my symptoms, and it suggested that I had either allergies (this was worse than that), a common cold (again, worse), or acute sinusitis (which, assuming that meant a sinus infection, I deemed correct). I have never had that much pain in my face, ever... Not even when I got a pea stuck up my nose. (Ok, that wasn't very painful. Never mind.)


Tuesday night Husband called his mom, who is a nurse, and asked what to do for his miserable wife who was laying in bed crying. After being drugged up on another type of decongestant and some ibuprofen, I was resurrected and proceeded to eat a whole can of soup and part of Husband's dinner too. Plus an apple turnover from Arby's (because he loves me). So I have been feeling better, except for the waterfall of mucus running down the back of my nose. Moral of the story: Sinus infections are NOT fun. The end.


The inspirational thought for today comes from Shel Silverstein through my trumpet instructor, who informed us that he is addicted to Shel's poetry. The poem of the day is "Little Blue Engine". I shall now "read" it to you hopefully in a similar way that my instructor read it to us.


"Little Blue Engine" -by Shel Silverstein
The little blue engine looked up at the hill.
His light was weak, his whistle shrill.
He was tired and small, and the hill was tall,
And his face blushed red as he softly said,
"I think I can, I think I can, I think I can."


So he started up with a chug and a strain,
And he puffed and pulled with might and main.
And slowly he climbed, one foot at a time,
And his engine coughed as he whispered soft,
"I think I can, I think I can, I think I can."

With a squeak and a creak and a toot and a sigh,
With an extra hope and an extra try,
He would not stop - now he neared the top -
And strong and proud he cried out loud,
"I think I can, I think I can, I think I can!"

He was almost there, when - CRASH! SMASH! BASH!
He slid down and MASHED into ENGINE HASH
On the rocks below... which goes to show
If the track is tough and the hill is rough,
THINKING you can just ain't enough!


He went on to say that he thinks that a major reason why musicians who go to big universities to study music and don't progress are those who stop being insatiably curious about the world and stop trying to learn everything they can, even things they might not exactly agree with or believe in, such as the ideology of other religions. You can't ever go into anything and say, "Self, I think we can do this." You just can't do that in today's society, or YOU WILL FAIL. You MUST believe in yourself, and if things don't work out, never give up.


Now, just to prove that I really am not super philosophical, here is a picture of the irises that are growing beside our front steps. 

They are taking FOREVER to bloom, and they told me the other day that they're taking forever because they know it bugs me. Seriously? Not cool. I'm being made fun of by plants.