I woke up this morning feeling congested with aching knees and hips. I hobbled to the medicine cabinet to try to find some ibuprofen and it was when I stood there in the mirror looking at myself that I had an epiphanic moment.

What the hell was I thinking getting my nose pierced?

With all of the shit (stress and pain) I have going on in my life do I really need one more thing to worry about? No. I know why I wanted to do it. I wanted to express myself creatively and step out of my box. I thought it would be cute. And it would have been. I suppose it was my way of once again trying to squirm out from underneath that big fat Suburban thumb. Hm. Who knows? I also think I was fixating on it because it was something I could control and decide. There are so many things that go on with my body that I have no control over and that sucks. Piercing my nose would be ME deciding. But then during that same moment I thought “Yeah, idiot, but you could cause more undue pain and stress and you do not need that.”

So. That’s that. End of story.  My research on how to handle boogers and a nose piercing will now cease.

Sigh.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day Everyone! Slainte!