Flood Gate

Last night while taking my before-bed nasal spray, I slipped off the applicator pump with the tip of the bottle in my nostril. Not good. It hurt like a bitch, poked into the central cartilage in my nose. Naturally, I started to cry. I put a tissue to my nose and sopped up the tears, the drool, and what turned out to be only a slight and faint nose bleed. I drew in a deep breath, and then I bawled my eyes out, not because I was badly hurt. It seems that minor poke into my nose released something. Don't get me wrong, it hurt. But when I continued to cry, even harder, my husband was scared I was wounded more seriously.

Nope, apparently the build up of everything in my life right now just became too overwhelming in that moment in time. I went from being wound up and worried about getting a good night sleep before a big day I have today (more on that later), to weeping, draining myself, and falling asleep pretty quickly. I'm grateful I got a good night's sleep and I can get my day started. I'll be glad when it's over.