Cement sinuses

Yesterday I was going to blog about my cold under the title, "My face is a fountain," referring to the nearly non-stop liquefaction of my eyes and nose combined with intermittent sneezing. But I was too sorry for myself. Today I am still a little sorry for myself. Someone piped wet cement into my sinus cavities and now it has set solid and cannot be moved. I cannot smell anything, not even when I hold an open jar of Vicks VapoRub right under my nose. And my speech is impaired, so that I say things like, "I candot spell andything dot evend when I hode an opend jar of Vicks VapoRub right under by dose."