:: Head Explodes ::
(Or at least I wish it just WOULD already.)
I've never had a sinus infection before, but I've heard the rumors. Some family members of mine have been plagued by this sort of this their whole life, and they describe the swollen head feeling with their hands almost touching their temples, as if connecting their fingertips to their head will ignite the switch. Until yesterday, I was as empathetic as I could be, from my ivory tower of inexperience.
But hot damn (one), I've earned some stripes in the last 24 hours.
Something not unlike a brick has taken up residence behind my nose and eyes, surprising me when I look in the mirror and I don't see my eyes bugging out like a cartoon wolf. With this comes a headache (no surprise) and a fever, and the stupid, head-shaking high blood sugars that require a 185% basal rate and some aggressive bolusing to bring back into some semblance of range. This sinus brick plague also requires acetaminophen, rendering my Dexcom useless for the time being. Trace ketones hung tight for the majority of the day, and overall it was a strange battle of hydration, sinus pressure relief, and blood sugar stalking.
Last night was the peak of my desperation. The Vicks vapor salts or whatever they are called worked to relieve the pressure for a few minutes. A steaming cup of tea provided ten minutes of proper breathing. And a hot shower helped a little, but the effects were temporary. What worked best was a short clip of cardio exercise.
"What are you doing?"
Despite the fact that it was 10:45 at night, Chris just nodded his head. "Go for it."
And hot damn (that's two), it worked. After a few minutes on the elliptical, the brick in my head shifted a bit and let me breathe like a human. The benefits of exercise rear their arrogant heads once again. (YAY!)
I climbed into bed that night, armed with Kleenex and a humidifier and other assorted bits of hotness.
"If you wake up and I'm not here, don't be alarmed. I might be downstairs on the elliptical," I said to Chris.
He laughed. "Whatever it takes."
"Dude, I'll use that thing all night if it's the only way I am able to breathe."
This morning, the sinus pressure was significantly reduced, the ketones were MIA, and I'm hoping this means I'm on the road to having a brickless-head. The faster this mess mends, the sooner I can put my Dexcom back on and reassign my workouts to normal hours of the day.