An unwanted guest: Sinusitis

I slept through the first half of the movie Inception. My friend jokingly commented ‘You got incepted’.

In the recent weeks I found a cradle.

No. Not my bed.

The 3-wheeled cabin cycle that grunts its way through the haphazard traffic in Bangalore streets, popularly known as the auto-rickshaw is my bassinet.

In the 45 mins ride from home to office, I undergo at least 2 stages of sleep. Each time I woke up when the disgruntle vehicle rudely rouse me up. Then off I go comatose again.

It makes up as a good story during snacks time in office.

My team-mates take turns in joking about it. They imagine hilarious situations where I could fall asleep landing myself in an awkward plight.

All is good, until it dawn on me that my old friend Sinusitis is back!

Sigh.

It’s a drag to wake up in the morning. A huge annoyance!

The head weighs a ton, you slowly pull through the day, wanting to sleep all the time.

I need to take care of  this unwanted guest

But, arghhh… steam inhalation is too much work. Damn.

YAWN