Ugh

Randomly, at 1:30 this afternoon, I got a tickle in my nose just in time for my next meeting. I tried to blow it out before leaving the office but with every blow the tickle got worse and my nose progressively leaked faster. Grabbing three tissues, I head to the conference room, the little tickle quickly coming of age. By five minutes in I have three used tissue wads in my hands, reaching the stage of finding the least soggy tissue, unfolding it and giving it another go. At this point, I am involved in the give and take of conversation while trying to casually stick finger, tissue, anything I can up my nose. They are talking reporting and I am feeling up my nasal cavity as far as where nose meets brain and about to go crazy. The professionalism was astounding but I didn't care. I couldn't nose breathe without the nails on the chalkboard feeling but refused to be the mouth breather of the group. Note to self: be less judgemental. It can't be an object because I can't feel it. It can't just be histamines because it feels like a pebble. It is Chinese water torture in the shape of the little tickle that could. Even now I am sitting with tissue wadded up my nose, a mental break away from clawing off my face. For all I know it could be some spider laying eggs or some sucked up dust mite or a sudden onset of allergy but if you wake up tomorrow to find news of me injured by way of ice pick up nose, you will know what happened.