Well, it's winter once again, and though Ontario's November was pretty damned temperate, December has been colder than a witch's tit the last little while. Not generally a problem for most stalwart Canadians, but cold air for Heather? Cold air, in my lungs, precipitates chest pain. I was a bit late on my way to work one morning, so I decided to run. BAD IDEA. When a person runs, they breathe air faster into their lungs. Which, come winter time, is cold air. And my lungs? Are cold air pussies. I arrived for our staff meeting tinged a little green. My boss took one look at me and said,
"You're not having a heart attack are you?'
"No, no heart attack. Just chest pain. We're good." I gave a weak thumbs up.
"Chest pain...?" The rest of the table then turned to look at me.
"No, no, it's okay. It's not cardiac related. All good. See?" I pummelled my chest like a silverback gorilla to show my strength. Then I had to stop because I really wanted to lie down and die.
So the Cold Avenger / Darth Vader mask came out again. It actually does help warm up one's breathing air... you know, the face-accessory equivalent of sand-bagging for an impending flood. The only problem is, I'm pretty sure I have the wrong size. I didn't think that I had a ginormous face, but if I wear my Cold Avenger mask so that the nose part is in the right place, it only goes down to right below my bottom lip and I get chin chafage, and if I wear the cup thingie below my jaw for comfort, the nose part smooshes my nose down and I become a pug with all their attending breathing issues. Which, if you're already having chest pain, makes it kind of hard to do anything physical on account of the fact that you already want to pass out from not being able to breathe through your nose.