"To put it in other words, it's all gross up in there". That is the second attempt at a translation of my CT scan from the doctor this afternoon. She called me up while she was looking at the picture and started just spewing Latin like the crazed chick from Poltergeist.

Ethmoid sinuses, Maxillary sinuses, Maxillary sinus ostium, Sphenoid sinus, Superior turbinate, Middle turbinate, Inferior turbinate, Sphenoethmoidal recess...

Yeah, ok wanna hit me with some good old-fashioned English? Something I can understand? Well, you know how she replied already, so I don't have to go on.

The remedy this time is supposedly to be found in $195 worth of THREE weeks of antibiotics and TWO weeks of oral steroids. I had better start powerlifting. I'll be able to kick ass in no time. I'm also supposed to pop in to the hospital every day for the next five for a little IV action, but I am so not doing that. I don't like needles, so I'll be damned if I am going to let someone stick one in a vein for an hour and drip cold drugs into my body.

So far, I've discovered that steroids are much like speed. An hour after taking them, I began:

* speaking a mile a minute
* maniacally wiggling my leg, unless of course I am up walking around cleaning everything in sight.
* sort of running into things and knocking them over while I think I'm cleaning
* drinking water like I'm storing for a blackout
* IMing my friend Patrick about my take on Canadian Geese, Long-Horned Asian Beetles and Chinese Carp invasions.

Actually, poor Patrick. I kept him online babbling till 1 am his time. I notice that Stenns and Bet are on, and I am trying really hard not to IM them and talk their ears off (type their eyes off?)

I wasn't going to come on here and blog about my sinuses again. But there you go. I've turned in to one of those old ladies who talk about medication and catarrhalis and stuff.

What I wanted to blog about today was this article: O'Neill Calls Bush a Disengaged President . Basically I liked the article because former Treasury Secretary Paul O'Neill wrote a book, slamming Drinky McDumbass himself. This is only natural - Drinky fired the guy. But the best part is one little quote used in the article.

In an excerpt released by CBS, O'Neill said that a lack of real dialogue characterized the Cabinet meetings he attended during the first two years of the administration and gave O'Neill the feeling that Bush "was like a blind man in a roomful of deaf people

"Like a blind man in a roomful of deaf people""

Isn't that great? I've never heard that expression before, but when I first heard it, I thought it so aptly described the President. I'm imagining it was more like "a room full of disinterested, deaf people", but you know, that's my fantasy.

The funny thing about this quote, is that I've been milling it around in my head all day. Even before the mind blowing steroids, I have been obsessed with this one phrase. Why? Because it O'Neill is clearly trying to say that Bush can't communicate with people, but honestly, what does that phrase mean? He walked around blindly hitting a bunch of deaf people with his cane? Could these deaf people not tell him to knock it the fuck off? Were they mute as well as deaf? And why couldn't they see him coming with the stick?"

Screw it folks, I'm stoned off my ass and cracking myself up. Prednisone is so the way to go if you are looking for a cheap high.