<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:19:08.242-08:00</updated><category term='little or no sinus pressure'/><category term='label for this post dammit'/><title type='text'>Sinus pressure</title><subtitle type='html'>I have chronic pressure in areas of my life, including but not limited to my sinuses. 

Thank you for visiting.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-8803232423708320439</id><published>2011-11-27T11:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T11:06:23.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sardines</title><content type='html'>I eat the spine. And why the hell not? It's a Sunday afternoon and I am having a snack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-8803232423708320439?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/8803232423708320439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/8803232423708320439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2011/11/sardines.html' title='Sardines'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-2632513326620599841</id><published>2011-09-18T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T08:28:25.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='label for this post dammit'/><title type='text'>Asa nisi masa</title><content type='html'>What I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;should &lt;/span&gt; be doing vs. what I am doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing a case study on a non-profit organization based out of Brooklyn New York that assists people displaced by gentrification, imprisonment, grew up in foster-care etc. I need to be writing a practical paper, proving that I know what membership can do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching Fellini's 8 1/2 it's my go-to procrastination film. I want to drink mineral water, I have heartburn. I don't have sinus pressure today but I predict that I will tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YozQlhdu4QU"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-2632513326620599841?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/2632513326620599841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/2632513326620599841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2011/09/asa-nisi-masa.html' title='Asa nisi masa'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-3882158494279875368</id><published>2011-08-20T11:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T12:02:44.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A slice of my insides</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-II07jVhsfi4/TlAD5mXrbGI/AAAAAAAAB-g/OpBbBcn7l6k/s1600/chipotle%2Bpeppers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-II07jVhsfi4/TlAD5mXrbGI/AAAAAAAAB-g/OpBbBcn7l6k/s320/chipotle%2Bpeppers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643014621182520418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought today I would take a break from my usual cryptic bull and be straight forward with something that really makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a can of these mothers and they usually last about a week. I would say that I purchase one can every two months or so. You dont want to over do it, you know, then it's not so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will walk to the fridge and using a fork extract a pepper and then place it on a corn tortilla, top it with cottage cheese and salt, roll the taquito and nom nom nom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a happy tequila shot, but more invigorating and it lasts longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for taking the time to read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-3882158494279875368?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/3882158494279875368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/3882158494279875368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2011/08/slice-of-my-insides.html' title='A slice of my insides'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-II07jVhsfi4/TlAD5mXrbGI/AAAAAAAAB-g/OpBbBcn7l6k/s72-c/chipotle%2Bpeppers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-5828076422708489682</id><published>2011-07-27T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T08:39:06.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frown</title><content type='html'>You might have noticed that some people with chronic sinus pressure tend to scowl a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain tends to be localized around the eyes; it's not about you. I'm not frowning at you or your shenanigans, as the young kids say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd like to be thought of as a mordacious babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-5828076422708489682?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/5828076422708489682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/5828076422708489682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2011/07/frown.html' title='frown'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-6580982201218123686</id><published>2011-06-28T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T18:56:11.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bleach and heat</title><content type='html'>My hands smell like bleach and pine-sol. I have finished folding my boy's clothes and am sneaking into his room, late at night, after he has fallen asleep. My mother did this too, I remember the inconvenience of having my sleep interrupted, the harsh smell of the chemicals and the warm comfort in knowing that her care for me was tireless. Did she talk to herself like I do? Constant, an engine asking the same mundane questions "does this shirt still fit my child? what will I do after daycare tomorrow? Does he get enough vegetables?". I violently mop the floors, I see the stains and scrub with a determined anger, I don't know why I am upset, I am probably not; just unused energy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-6580982201218123686?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/6580982201218123686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/6580982201218123686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2011/06/bleach-and-heat.html' title='bleach and heat'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-2405849886211205790</id><published>2011-06-02T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T19:01:21.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mucus</title><content type='html'>I'm sure that in every person's life there comes a time that they have to decide whether or not if they are going to snort up their snot or blow their nose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far are those boogers? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High? Low? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will hear? Then what? Swallow? Spit? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is all gross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you one fu*king thing, I am not going to tag this post #firstworldproblems - that is so annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as annoying as snorting snot though, though I will if need be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-2405849886211205790?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/2405849886211205790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/2405849886211205790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2011/06/mucus.html' title='Mucus'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-7368023189042529781</id><published>2011-03-25T19:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T19:59:38.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here</title><content type='html'>so I says to the doctor I says "I have never had seasonal allergies" and the doc says "where did you grow up?" and I tell him, "Arizona" ... "well, there is your answer, there aren't any seasons there".  Well hell. I miss the desert, I miss having a tan, a glow. I miss family. But spring is here, and I swear to god my son asked me to stop and smell the flowers today, no, not roses, this is Brooklyn, there are flowers here. I stopped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-7368023189042529781?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/7368023189042529781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/7368023189042529781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2011/03/here.html' title='Here'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-8697682687167209143</id><published>2011-02-23T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T16:37:46.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fungus</title><content type='html'>Say what you will about stress or dry air or the slow but quick process of learning from mistakes but I don't get sinus pressure too much these days. These days. What is that old song? Anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know better and I have been feeling better, but when the sinus pressure strikes I run for the bath and the strong family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate mushrooms and clams. As I age I can appreciate those that do too; it is good. The things that grow in the dark, dank and rotten areas of the world can be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-8697682687167209143?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/8697682687167209143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/8697682687167209143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2011/02/fungus.html' title='Fungus'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-7418052246415402032</id><published>2010-12-05T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T18:50:26.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>drum brush sound</title><content type='html'>it can get nasal sounding. but when the brushes are wire like, it's good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, listening to the drum brushes beat along with the Christmas sounds; no immediate pressure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-7418052246415402032?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/7418052246415402032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/7418052246415402032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2010/12/drum-brush-sound.html' title='drum brush sound'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-805132986365165777</id><published>2010-11-18T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T10:15:44.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take something!</title><content type='html'>Blinding pressure, well not blind but I can't focus on anything.&lt;br /&gt;-I can't mention the rye-&lt;br /&gt;don't want readers to think I drink too much. &lt;br /&gt;"get some goddamn aspirin&lt;br /&gt;NOW"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, it doesn't help when you yell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-805132986365165777?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/805132986365165777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/805132986365165777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2010/11/take-something.html' title='Take something!'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-3176082985319697774</id><published>2010-11-13T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T09:50:11.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>epsom salt</title><content type='html'>Have I mentioned my obsession? I bathe in salt baths only on the weekends but I am going to try to work it up to three times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This IS my exercise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you'll excuse me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pressure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-3176082985319697774?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/3176082985319697774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/3176082985319697774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2010/11/epsom-salt.html' title='epsom salt'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-7405597195428238310</id><published>2010-09-08T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T09:20:32.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>similar dreams</title><content type='html'>I felt The Empire State building falling and I was waiting for the impact. &lt;br /&gt;Despite the few smokes and the conversation last night that went too late on the patio; sinus pressure is or has been at bay. &lt;br /&gt;So I won't try to complain.&lt;br /&gt;When I strolled into the lobby there was an announcement that there would be drills today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-7405597195428238310?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/7405597195428238310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/7405597195428238310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2010/09/similar-dreams.html' title='similar dreams'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-7127030624751080518</id><published>2010-07-03T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T06:48:38.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>treatments</title><content type='html'>The pressure is really high and inside; I can feel it near my nasolacrimal ducts.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my neti pot. &lt;br /&gt;I've lost my marbles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-7127030624751080518?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/7127030624751080518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/7127030624751080518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2010/07/treatments.html' title='treatments'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-76175769964893102</id><published>2010-07-01T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T05:55:30.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Morning Very Little Pressure</title><content type='html'>the black cat keeps stealing the foosball ball&lt;br /&gt;there is a break in the heat wave and I am sleeping better.&lt;br /&gt;The moral animal is growing and putting pees and poos in the potty.&lt;br /&gt;I love my son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-76175769964893102?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/76175769964893102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/76175769964893102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2010/07/thursday-morning-very-little-pressure.html' title='Thursday Morning Very Little Pressure'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-8254635990831602013</id><published>2010-06-20T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T06:40:44.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a link between</title><content type='html'>Humidity and sinus problems. Beer and my belly. Stinky cheese and sweet wine. Coney Island and hot dogs. Let's get the rhythm of the hot dog. Double dutch. &lt;br /&gt;Today is going to be humid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-8254635990831602013?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/8254635990831602013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/8254635990831602013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2010/06/there-is-link-between.html' title='There is a link between'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-3499411234302566206</id><published>2010-05-08T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T09:57:01.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel great</title><content type='html'>I have sinus pressure pretty bad today. I put an ice cube on the bridge of my nose, sneezed a few times, I took a hot shower, I took a few aspirn. I'm good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing a little piece on crossover music in the 1970s. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not writing that I am writing this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-3499411234302566206?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/3499411234302566206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/3499411234302566206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-feel-great.html' title='I feel great'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-2875841964426739139</id><published>2010-04-10T08:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T08:26:52.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spring</title><content type='html'>I show my anger towards the mariachi player, mood-swings and hyper-sensitivity to smells.&lt;br /&gt;I deep clean the bathroom with Clorox bleach and drink a diet pepsi, on special occasions only. &lt;br /&gt;I think about the hottest days in phoenix and being burned by the seat belt. I listen to Bob Weir and &lt;br /&gt;I dream about the 1990s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-2875841964426739139?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/2875841964426739139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/2875841964426739139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring.html' title='spring'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-1019503096977772350</id><published>2010-02-28T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T07:59:47.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>february</title><content type='html'>February. That doesn't roll off my tongue.  So, what have I been up to? baths galore. up and down with love and ready for spring. I saw a cardinal this morning. hooray for eucalyptus bath salts, good for sinus pressure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-1019503096977772350?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/1019503096977772350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/1019503096977772350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2010/02/february.html' title='february'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-6961434593568243386</id><published>2010-01-28T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:35:50.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salinger and Zinn died</title><content type='html'>Keeping the sinus pressure in check, all the other wrecks insist on getting in my way. God bless it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-6961434593568243386?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/6961434593568243386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/6961434593568243386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2010/01/salinger-and-zinn-died.html' title='Salinger and Zinn died'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-35786141549011311</id><published>2010-01-23T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T06:03:17.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something that feels good</title><content type='html'>Is when a finger traces lines on your face. Or when a person checks your expression after saying something funny. Being challenged to have courage feels good, if I'm in the mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-35786141549011311?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/35786141549011311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/35786141549011311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2010/01/something-that-feels-good.html' title='Something that feels good'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-6382412022303592751</id><published>2010-01-21T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T16:34:42.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On one side</title><content type='html'>my sinus pressure generally stays on one side of my nose, the pressure is very very intense and lately I feel the pain all the way to my teeth. I know the climate is dry and that this contributes, I need a humidifier among other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking a lot about loyalty these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-6382412022303592751?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/6382412022303592751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/6382412022303592751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-one-side.html' title='On one side'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-6850760919922329638</id><published>2010-01-16T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T07:33:41.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>I got home from work last night, after one of the longest work weeks I can remember and immediately felt feverish and flu-like. All day I had intense sinus pressure, I knew something was up. In the cab I felt drunk, as soon as I stepped into the house the symptoms hit like a ton of bricks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I slept and rested. I'm not back to normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love baths so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-6850760919922329638?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/6850760919922329638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/6850760919922329638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2010/01/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-3597401913296753940</id><published>2010-01-07T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:17:30.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6:16</title><content type='html'>That's what time it is. &lt;br /&gt;6:17 now, I'm roasting a chicken, I better go check on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegetables too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-3597401913296753940?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/3597401913296753940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/3597401913296753940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2010/01/616.html' title='6:16'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-1947700444571333154</id><published>2010-01-02T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T12:04:40.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mhwufCg7THM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mhwufCg7THM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me tell you. No sinus pressure, no headache, so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;changing moods, lighting, shifting gears from funny to serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever feel better remind me to spend some time with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work tomorrow morn. It's cold, I have a lot to do. I have a lot to do in January.&lt;br /&gt;More love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-1947700444571333154?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/1947700444571333154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/1947700444571333154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2010/01/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-1422782896741569968</id><published>2009-12-31T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T06:48:04.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the bus shelter this morning</title><content type='html'>While I was waiting for the b54 I coughed and a man offered me a cough drop. It's a store brand cough drop that has been warmed up or it's old because it sticks to the wrapper. I open it and see that it has been broken into two pieces. I take the smaller and wrap up the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Was is stuck? Do you want another?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, thank you. It was broke in half so I am saving the other half for later"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Economizing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we chat about the Dutch hero who saved the passengers on Christmas Day. The bus pulled up and he wished me a Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, now aren't you so happy I told you this saga?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-1422782896741569968?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/1422782896741569968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/1422782896741569968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2009/12/under-bus-shelter-this-morning.html' title='Under the bus shelter this morning'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-7938577858159488348</id><published>2009-12-30T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T17:21:10.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2:30pm</title><content type='html'>That's when we used to meet each day, afternoon tea.&lt;br /&gt;Punch card slowly fills, purchases begin to exhaust.&lt;br /&gt;It might all be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;The thought makes me sick,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tea will help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-7938577858159488348?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/7938577858159488348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/7938577858159488348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2009/12/230pm.html' title='2:30pm'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-3562522531288182693</id><published>2009-12-29T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T17:43:12.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think the sinus infection is going away, I'm not coughing so much, I still feel the pressure. I'm sure the stress in my life doesn't help but I wouldn't want it to be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not supposed to be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressed Maria. I need to find some time to tea. I need afternoon tea. Thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-3562522531288182693?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/3562522531288182693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/3562522531288182693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-think-sinus-infection-is-going-away.html' title=''/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-1295439409844666040</id><published>2009-12-28T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T10:50:58.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Augmentin</title><content type='html'>That aught to help with the infection, on Thursday I get the results from the lab work on the culture samples taken today. I'm not good with sprays and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shiat&lt;/span&gt; that makes me jittery, so I'll just keep on keeping on with the saline spray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little office is on Sutton Pl. and 55&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Ave. way over by the water and the Doctor scolded me for not mentioning my ear issues. "You didn't write that you had tubes in your ears on your history"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was ages ago dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, what a boring post, sorry I had to make you suffer it. I wish I could tell you what's really going on. Too risky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-1295439409844666040?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/1295439409844666040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/1295439409844666040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2009/12/augmentin.html' title='Augmentin'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-1214009753625875421</id><published>2009-12-27T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T10:09:16.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor</title><content type='html'>Doctor! I called Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lebowitz&lt;/span&gt; @ NYU today, just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wonderin&lt;/span&gt;' if he might be working on a Sunday. He wasn't but an operator picked up and said I should just go into the ER. "For a sinus infection?" I asked and she said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bloody likely Ms. I'll suffer one more day of this and go tomorrow during my lunch break, I'm afraid the infection is spreading and all the stress of life is making it worse, oh modern medicine help me out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Time Tomorrow - The Kinks of course... That ought to be on any decent bar's jukebox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-1214009753625875421?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/1214009753625875421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/1214009753625875421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2009/12/doctor.html' title='Doctor'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-6145348290165068179</id><published>2009-12-26T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T18:51:28.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been bad</title><content type='html'>epsom salt baths and steam helps.  I am optimistic, changes are sometimes hard and difficult. Blast! Summer in Siam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can manage, I've always worked well under pressure. I am going to be 28 soon, I recognize that little lines under my eyes mean something real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My loves and my imagination occupy my time, my sinus can take shot-gun for all I care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-6145348290165068179?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/6145348290165068179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/6145348290165068179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-been-bad.html' title='It&apos;s been bad'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-230755033427098807</id><published>2009-12-22T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T17:16:52.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got to get it together</title><content type='html'>see what's happening. No but seriously, 2010 is gonna be something else, watch. You. Sinus pressure will be put in check and I might work out a lot more (or sometimes).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-230755033427098807?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/230755033427098807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/230755033427098807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2009/12/got-to-get-it-together.html' title='Got to get it together'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-6815399710183234207</id><published>2009-12-19T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T07:32:55.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well</title><content type='html'>I'm double-jointed in both shoulders and last night my arm fell out of it's socket and this morning it is sore. I have had a persistent cough for the past few weeks and I'd better see a Dr. about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, last night I had a fabulous french-dip.&lt;br /&gt;www.walterfoods.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-6815399710183234207?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/6815399710183234207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/6815399710183234207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2009/12/well.html' title='Well'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-8747187256137725218</id><published>2009-12-16T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:20:48.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoreau</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/starwars.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the true place for a just man is also a prison"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I waited at&lt;br /&gt;our corner. And you were late&lt;br /&gt;I doubted. I had sinus pressure, I thought&lt;br /&gt;I might be sick.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a sinus infection is spreading, to my&lt;br /&gt;ears, my head and my lips. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;holidays&lt;/span&gt; are here.&lt;br /&gt;All I want is for the pressure to leave, for Union Square&lt;br /&gt;to not be a hurdle. I want to laugh and sing. And&lt;br /&gt;mother of pearl! the wind stings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-8747187256137725218?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/8747187256137725218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/8747187256137725218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2009/12/thoreau.html' title='thoreau'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-219415344130668790</id><published>2009-12-13T15:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:14:12.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain 100%</title><content type='html'>All day rain. All day. Helps my sinus pressure, when I am out. But I haven't been out too much.  I went into the city, tried to pick up some holiday cheer. Not so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-219415344130668790?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/219415344130668790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/219415344130668790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2009/12/rain-100.html' title='Rain 100%'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-1764779193282015004</id><published>2009-12-11T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T19:18:14.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Punch Card</title><content type='html'>(dear reader, I'm sorry for all the bullshit poetry I will get back to the sinus pressure topics soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punch Card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's over. Another "our" time has ended.&lt;br /&gt;Episode 5 wherein she bleeds and blasts the tea&lt;br /&gt;to the album cover's awards.&lt;br /&gt;Finally there is a new feeling of security&lt;br /&gt;in knowing that whatever&lt;br /&gt;may happen, there will be 10&lt;br /&gt;and the 11th is is free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-1764779193282015004?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/1764779193282015004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/1764779193282015004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2009/12/punch-card.html' title='Punch Card'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-1136711556878657080</id><published>2009-12-10T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:48:49.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>I had very very bad sinus pressure this morning but then it went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my gloves on the way to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sickness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need them but it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;The most glorious feeling and you! you!&lt;br /&gt;holding onto me as I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we talk quietly and laugh about&lt;br /&gt;your grandmother's fruit and the cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-1136711556878657080?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/1136711556878657080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/1136711556878657080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2009/12/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-8327957272590921958</id><published>2009-12-09T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T20:37:00.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know</title><content type='html'>...What would you say if you were in love? Shall I scream? No. I'd better watch more film.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-8327957272590921958?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/8327957272590921958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/8327957272590921958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t know'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-8842615873932785063</id><published>2009-12-05T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T19:33:19.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>It has been a cold wet day, I think that may be why my sinuses haven't been bothering me so much. This morning at the farmers market, I bought some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;porcini&lt;/span&gt; mushrooms. I want sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-8842615873932785063?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/8842615873932785063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/8842615873932785063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2009/12/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-3143112225436553182</id><published>2009-12-04T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T06:44:02.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mtholyoke.edu/~zkurmus/html/didion.html"&gt;http://www.mtholyoke.edu/~zkurmus/html/didion.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what I will want in ten years. I'm going to be 28 soon and I think what I really know for sure right now is that I don't want to leave NYC for a while. Or ever. No pressure in that decision at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-3143112225436553182?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/3143112225436553182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/3143112225436553182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2009/12/right-now.html' title='Right Now'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-7213031756409493727</id><published>2009-12-03T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T07:23:17.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright lights</title><content type='html'>The bright lights make my sinus pressure worse. And sometimes I confuse the pressure with anxiety. I like to hold cool things on the bridge of my nose, I'd like to have a slab of marble with me at all times for this purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-7213031756409493727?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/7213031756409493727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/7213031756409493727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2009/12/bright-lights.html' title='Bright lights'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-6610605851474434496</id><published>2009-12-02T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T10:54:01.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been told</title><content type='html'>I scowl a lot. This may or may not be a result of sinus pressure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-6610605851474434496?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/6610605851474434496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/6610605851474434496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-been-told.html' title='I&apos;ve been told'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-1082243969048201781</id><published>2009-12-01T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T11:31:32.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>right eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My right eye has been twitching for a few weeks. I figure it's the sleep deprivation and stress but what bothers me is the twitching.  I want to get into the holidays. I do like the way pine smells. I like the way nutmeg smells too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-1082243969048201781?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/1082243969048201781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/1082243969048201781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2009/12/right-eye.html' title='right eye'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-6722269027940746483</id><published>2009-11-30T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T08:50:37.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Control</title><content type='html'>What it is about? That is what is pressuring me today. That and pillows and tea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-6722269027940746483?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/6722269027940746483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/6722269027940746483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2009/11/control.html' title='Control'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-8962059012711667301</id><published>2009-11-29T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T06:52:42.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>anticipation</title><content type='html'>It feels good to have your eyebrows nibbled.  It feels good to have your temples kissed. Anxiety hurts.  Despite the cigarette I had last night (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shh&lt;/span&gt;), I have no sinus pressure this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-8962059012711667301?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/8962059012711667301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/8962059012711667301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2009/11/anticipation.html' title='anticipation'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-3960337153412370171</id><published>2009-11-28T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T05:32:23.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pressure</title><content type='html'>There's nothing more exhausting than a late night fight, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;amirite&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Autumn is no less on me, that a rose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hugs the brown bough and sighs before it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Edna St. Vincent Millay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-3960337153412370171?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/3960337153412370171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/3960337153412370171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2009/11/pressure.html' title='pressure'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-8812195690489180718</id><published>2009-11-27T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T07:22:42.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>age</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am getting older. I am exfoliating more. My sinus pressure hasn't been bothering me too much. I am trying to improve upon my posture, parenting, stress, health and love. &lt;/span&gt;Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-8812195690489180718?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/8812195690489180718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/8812195690489180718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2009/11/age.html' title='age'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-8771427997643109675</id><published>2009-07-08T18:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:05:39.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>violet</title><content type='html'>this isn't about sinus pressure but there is a lady who I spent time with tonight, she is 92, she lives down the street with her two HUGE cats. I was walking down the street tonight and we began to talk, she invited me into her house and I spent an hour with her. She is amazing, she is lonely and she is strong. She misses company and I appreciate my youth and my family and my friends so much. I looked at pictures of her and her sisters, her late husband, her art...I think she is so special and I hope we can become friends. Sometimes, I spend so much time thinking about the future, what I will do with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;living room&lt;/span&gt;, what I will do with company, what I will do with my education. The most precious things of all, I swear, are the fucking small things, those moments with the ones we love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-8771427997643109675?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/8771427997643109675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/8771427997643109675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2009/07/violet.html' title='violet'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-3595578269278765260</id><published>2009-07-06T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:20:48.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rain</title><content type='html'>all the while I have been upset with the rain in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;, it might have been helping keep my sinuses moist. I know a few people who hate the word "moist" it doesn't bother me too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-3595578269278765260?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/3595578269278765260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/3595578269278765260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2009/07/rain.html' title='rain'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-1726902911476348082</id><published>2009-07-02T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T07:45:41.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>headache</title><content type='html'>I get sinus related headaches so often that when I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bona&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fide&lt;/span&gt; headache I think it's an aneurysm. I can feel the veins on the outside of my skull and I usually massage my head until the blood stops flowing to my head. If I were bald I'd have a vein-y head. I've abstained from "adult drinks" this past week and I have been drinking a lot of water. I need to find time to get my heart rate going. Do you ever call in or enter sweepstakes? I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-1726902911476348082?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/1726902911476348082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/1726902911476348082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2009/07/headache.html' title='headache'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-8196047227583680308</id><published>2009-06-08T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:31:46.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>appearance</title><content type='html'>my nose is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;slightly&lt;/span&gt; crooked. when I was born my mom said it was really bad, apparently I was face down in the womb? It straightened up and now it's hardly noticeable but it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; crooked. I have a deviated septum which, (according to this specialist Dr. I saw a few months ago) might contribute to my sinus issues. My nails are stupid, they grow really square and chip a lot, when i paint them I chip them the next day. I would feel guilty going to a salon all the time to get my nails manicured. I think when I get older I'm just gonna say "fu*k it" and just do what I want without feeling guilty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-8196047227583680308?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/8196047227583680308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/8196047227583680308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2009/06/appearance.html' title='appearance'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-1398729256789311885</id><published>2009-06-06T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T09:32:07.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday</title><content type='html'>I woke up with serious sinus pressure this morning. I put an ice cube on the bridge of my nose, sneezed a few times and then started to feel better. The sun is out today and I would lay out but the ground is still wet. I'll just pull two chairs together I suppose. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been thinking about the little wrinkles under my eyes lately. And I read The Sun Also Rises again, I think I have been reading that novel 5-6 times per year for the past 5 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-1398729256789311885?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/1398729256789311885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/1398729256789311885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2009/06/saturday.html' title='saturday'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-6816929876743926532</id><published>2009-05-07T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:56:43.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep</title><content type='html'>getting a good night(s?) sleep means a lot and my sinus cavity likes it. the young boy doesn't wake up in the middle of the night (after nearly two years of doing so) and I think that helps. sometimes I get up before Beau and I grab the stinker and he lays in bed with us. he points out the sounds of what vehicles might be going by "mo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rocco&lt;/span&gt;" (motorcycle) or "big big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fruck&lt;/span&gt;" (that's a big big truck).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-6816929876743926532?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/6816929876743926532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/6816929876743926532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2009/05/sleep.html' title='sleep'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-4798380068142848842</id><published>2008-08-20T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T07:33:12.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smell</title><content type='html'>The smell that comes off the L train to Brooklyn from Manhattan brings me back to the annex at the church I went to as a child. Whenever that train comes into the station I inhale and try to remember songs and faces. This morning a cube mate at work thought a bologna sandwhich would make a fine breakfast. That's kind of gross to me. So, in order to get the scent out of my nasal passage I am sniffing a permanent marker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-4798380068142848842?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/4798380068142848842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/4798380068142848842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2008/08/smell.html' title='Smell'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-4820070331618050413</id><published>2008-08-05T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T06:38:40.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little or no sinus pressure'/><title type='text'>these days</title><content type='html'>have been good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-4820070331618050413?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/4820070331618050413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/4820070331618050413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2008/08/these-days.html' title='these days'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-8779326447216818866</id><published>2008-07-28T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T09:00:28.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>The pressure in my sinus is not bad at all, I wish I knew why. I'll try to enjoy the day sans sinus pressure. For now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-8779326447216818866?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/8779326447216818866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/8779326447216818866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2008/07/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-5948348139665208630</id><published>2008-07-21T07:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T07:42:56.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is not me. I do not know if this can help my pressure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sinuspressure.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/sinuspressure.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-5948348139665208630?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/5948348139665208630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/5948348139665208630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-not-me-i-do-not-know-if-this.html' title='This is not me. I do not know if this can help my pressure.'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829576770212355004.post-2932201125879566215</id><published>2008-07-14T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T06:30:43.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eucalyptus</title><content type='html'>Helps with my sinus pressure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829576770212355004-2932201125879566215?l=sinuspressure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/2932201125879566215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829576770212355004/posts/default/2932201125879566215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinuspressure.blogspot.com/2008/07/eucalyptus.html' title='Eucalyptus'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06267437800269711818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l183/mrapier/meandmarkt.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
