My Sneeze Is No Gentle Breeze (standard:humor, 907 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Sep 11 2017	Views/Reads: 1615/1128	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
It has been days (or has it been years) since I have enjoyed a sneeze free day. The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage told me it is simply that time of the year and I should learn to deal with it. "After all," she opined, "you're not

It has been days (or has it been years) since I have enjoyed a sneeze
free day. The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage told me it is simply 
that time of the year and I should learn to deal with it. "After all," 
she opined, "you're not going to die." 

That news was not quite encouraging, because it was the hope of dying
keeping me alive so far. If my brain was functioning anywhere 
half-decent, (and I can't remember a time it has) I probably could 
remember when I felt worse. However, it does not matter how I have felt 
in the past it is how I'm feeling right now that really matters. 

I have gone through a million boxes of tissues this past week. 

I would not mind an occasional sneeze every now and then. For example I
could live with a simple “aah-choo,” and be done with it. But, oh no, 
my nose has different ideas about the whole thing. 

It is what I call the unholy Trinity. It goes something like this. 

Aaaaah Choooooooooooo. Aaaaaah Choooooooooooooo. Aaaaaaaah
Choooooooooooooooo. 

Each sneeze tries to outdo the previous one. I can never sneeze one
time, it always has to be in multiples of three. 

Of course, sometimes my nose tries to outsmart me. For example, when a
sneeze comes I gear up for three in a row. Then my nose will sneeze two 
times and I am ready for the third one and it does not come. It will do 
this several times in a row, then it will sneeze twice, there is a 
small pause, and I think it is over and the third thunders forth. 

Notwithstanding, this has made certain inconveniences in the life I once
enjoyed. For example, in the middle of the night when nature calls I 
try to be as careful in getting out of bed and going as I possibly can. 
I never open my eyes so as not to become fully awakened in the middle 
of the night. Once awake I find it difficult to go back to sleep. 

Just the other night I was responding to nature's call as I normally do
and was just about ready to get back into bed when my nose realized 
what was happening and called forth three mighty sneezes. 

Not only did it bring me to full awake status, but also the lady
sleeping in my bed was aroused to full alertness, and yelled, "What 
happened?" 

I live by one basic rule. Never wake up grouchy. 

I've learned one thing about what not to do when you have this
condition. That is simply never brush your teeth during this condition. 
My mirror in my bathroom will be shiny bright and never have a cavity, 
guaranteed. 

I have noticed when you are sick and people find out about it they feel
obligated to share with you their medical expertise on the situation at 
hand. 

One person said to me, "What you need is plenty of vitamin C. I
recommend you drink as much orange juice as you possibly can. That'll 
take care of it for sure." 

I don't know who is worse. The one giving advice or the one taking it. 

Being in such desperate straits, I decided to take the orange juice
regimen. For one whole day, I drank as much OJ as I possibly could get 
down. For a while, it seemed to work, but then the inevitable raised 
its ugly head. Everybody knows when you drink as much OJ as I have been 
drinking there comes the necessity to go to the bathroom. 

I got to the bathroom, just in time, and in midstream, I had a ferocious
attack of the sneezes. When the storm subsided, the bathroom looked 
like the aftermath of Hurricane Charley. I tried explaining this to my 
wife but she only crossed her arms, looked at me and raised her 
eyebrows in a way I knew she did not buy what I was saying. 

While I was still in this sniffling-sneezy-stuffy condition, I ran into


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