Thursday, August 27, 2015

I started with a haunted nose and got into a rant.


The haunted nose.


I haven’t been sleeping well because my nose is haunted. No kidding.

I had been to Hyderabad a couple of weeks ago. The guest house that I stayed in was haunted. I am sure. It was a really old house and I was given a room in the basement. The walls were damp and smelled of ghosts. I could even feel the book next to my bedside whispering at night. 

Anyway. Whoever the ghost was, has managed to possess my nose. It has been behaving really weird. My nose, not the ghost - I have noticed people use this sort of line way too much these days to make their writing humourous. It works - Hence I used it too. But it is not true because now my nose and the ghost are one and the same. So, technically, it is both. Both have been behaving weirdly these days.

The nose has been hurting ever since and I wake up every night at 2:20 am sharp. Sneezing. Every. Single. Night. So it cannot be anything else than a haunted nose.

I have tried everything to stop this weird phenomena. I started with nose drops before I sleep. Did not work. 

I tried taking nerve soothing tablets before sleeping. Okay, they are not really nerve soothing tablets. It is an anti-allergy tablet that causes my nerves to sooth and makes me drowsy. I usually take it when I feel stresses or I feel a migraine coming. Helps me to a great extent. The tablet is banned but I have managed to get a supply. (If you know my family, this information is not supposed to reach my mother. Or my sister. If you are my sister reading this, we are not going to talk about it.) And anyway, my cousin who is a doctor has convinced me repeatedly that I cannot be allergic to anti-allergy tablets. So it is safe.

I have also tried Benadryl because Benadryl gives me a high. And it is also banned. Not in the stores but in my house, due to my addiction to it. I sneak it in. Anyway, did not help.

I tried getting drunk one Saturday night so that I could sleep well. As I was getting drunk I watched a movie, I forget the name, but it was a 9PM movie on Romedy. The woman there suffers from dementia. I kept drinking and sobbing the night believing that I am going to end up with dementia when I grow old. Yet, I woke up sneezing at night and a hangover in the morning. The ghost has bloody well possessed my nose. Every night 2:20 am. Damn!

Next morning due to the hangover I need a good hot shower and I pleaded SSM and Ri to not disturb me for atleast five minutes as I walked into the bathroom. No. they came knocking at the door in exactly two minutes. When they knocked, I was listening to 'Country Roads Take Me Home...' (I do listen to music in a bath. Yes.) And then I just wanted to run away from them. Like, just flee off. To some remote village. Live on my own.

And then something happened -  I have always had this wish to live on a village side house some day. Alone. A nice little cottage with a lovely backyard. But this time, this moment I was scared. I thought about the dementia and how would I live with it alone. And then I got wondering about how would I tend to a garden when sunlight gives me migraine. I worried about what if I end up with arthritis and cannot sew anymore.Then I started panicking about my entire future and dreams and life.

But then my phone started playing Mama Mia - My go-to song. The song that always helps me during my panic attacks. And life seemed better again. I guess I can live with the knocking on the bathroom door every two minutes.

When I got out of the bathroom the song that was playing then was 'She's got the look'.  Ri jumped on the bed and shouted,'She's got the look' And then we both started dancing to the song and he clicked this picture of mine with the towel wrapped around my waist. This picture made me feel good because after seeing this, I think I can muster up some courage to wear knee length skirts.

Now I have a picture of myself in a towel on the internet. 


And life was back to normal again. Running away thoughts were put on hold. The aroma of mutton cooking in the kitchen seemed heavenly. I felt loved.

Except, of course the haunted nose. That stayed.

I will have to get the house ghost to get rid of it.

That reminds me. Ri mentioned the other day that he is learning Spanish. I asked him where he is learning Spanish from. He said that he is being taught Spanish by the ghost in his computer. He then said 'Ola' and then he said 'Es correcto' and walked away. I was pretty impressed. The house ghost has always been a darling. 

PS. Nick is doing fine too. (Just saying since all the other three members of the family are mentioned in the post)

PPS. Click on the links in the previous paragraph to read about the house ghost if you are new to my blog.

Also - when I mentioned about my fear for dementia to a couple of friends, a very dear friend messaged me saying - Don't worry so much about losing your mind. I suspect we'll miss it less than we have been led to believe. - :) She made me dream again.


13 comments:

  1. Slowly, with every passing day, you are losing it. S l o w l y.

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  2. High-five, fellow Benadryl addict.
    The Notebook. You were watching The Notebook on Saturday.
    You would KILL it in a knee-length skirt. You look absolutely Anglo.
    Also, let's l o s e it together :)

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    1. High-five!
      Right. Notebook. That was the movie.
      Knee-length skirt. I am going to try it definitely.

      Yes, we will L.O.S.E. it together! :D

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  3. Can we name the ghost in the nose as The Nhost? You are now host to a ghost.
    To that I raise a Benadryl toast!!!
    And to your mind that will be slowly 'lost'. (Pronounced the Gujju way)
    And I love this blog post <3

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    1. And now I am craving for some chicken roast.

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  4. Can we name the ghost in the nose as The Nhost? You are now host to a ghost.
    To that I raise a Benadryl toast!!!
    And to your mind that will be slowly 'lost'. (Pronounced the Gujju way)
    And I love this blog post <3

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  5. If I die young, and become a ghost, I would love to haunt you forever Diptee-woman!
    It might be better than living as a PhD student! :)

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    1. I agree to that! I am a good ghost host.

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  6. "The walls were damp and smelled of ghosts"

    So what do ghosts smell like?

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