blogging with a ringing ear

I've resigned to the fact that my nose is going to be forever half blocked and I'm gonna live with Otrivin for the rest of my life. The necessity of keeping an open nasal passage comes from my ear ringing. So I'm lying on my pillow in the nights that are so quiet that you can hear a needle drop. All of a sudden, half of my brain thunders with ringing and drumming so loud that I'll be deaf by dawn. That's usually when I reach out to my bedside trinket box in a hurry. If I don't find Otrivin precisely where I remembered putting it, I will be so annoyed that I won't fall asleep for the rest of the night. In that case, I'll either go insane or learn to fall in love with the sound.

Now that my sanity is contingent upon Otrivin, I should be excused for inserting something into my nose and sniffing really hard at it every now and then. Let this not be a distraction from the important things that I'm about to tell you.

I've just returned from my trip to HK. Given that I've lived on an hour to hour basis for the past 3 months, my return marks the end of the most hectic period in my life. But my life is far from being returned to normal. I feel somewhat reborn after this experience, a caterpillar breaking out of the cocoon. With or without wings, I'm out there.