Around four o’clock or so on yesterday, I took a trip to the grocery store. I had aims to buy soup, pills, & water for my sinus congestion. I parked nearer to the store than normal – there were five cars past mine in the row – instead of alone in the middle of the lot. 

I had been looking up all types of information in regards to healing the sinus congestion. Since this is the first time in my life that I’ve had this illness, I was shocked at how painful it can be. I’ve been close to others with the problem, yet there is no way to truly relate an unknown sensation. I thought I had the flu for the first two days. 

Briefly, I had read into acupuncture, chiropractic, Ayurvedic, homeopathic, hydrotherapy, and instructions from real doctors. I have researched all these things, but it has been over three years – and during that time I couldn’t push the treatments on the victim like I can on myself. I gathered a few tips and tried most of them. 

The trick that I used in the grocery store parking lot comes from this website. The site displays the pressure points that aid in recovery of sinus congestion. It explains how to use acupressure to activate these nodes. 

I parked, turned on the Pink Floyd station on YouTube Red and began to apply pressure on the individual points. A few minutes passed and Wish You Were Here popped on. The song has a theme of longing for the past. It brings old, good memories up anytime I hear it. It’s probably in the top 5 of my favorite songs. 

I was using the third pressure point listed; index fingers applying pressure to each side of the bridge of the nose. At about the time the first minute passed, while holding that position, my song had came on and I suddenly bursted into tears, for no apparent reason. It just happened. 

I didn’t have any emotional connection to the tears. But it isn’t a total surprise to me, given the situation, I’ve heard that it can happen. Through podcasts, I’ve listened to stories where patients have extreme responses to the needles. The responses tend to be laughter, crying, or an odd combination. The acupuncturist would walk away after inserting the needles, allowing them to work their magic. Only to be called back to the table by a hysterical patient. They’d explain how it was natural, normal, and likely great for their spirit. 

This new illness had me thinking that I had the flu, which led me into a fast. It had been over fifty hours since solid food and that was a 300 calorie bowl of soup. Combine that with a process that is already known to cause cathartic reactions and a song that has done the same thing in the past. Apparently, you turn into a sobbing lunatic. 

It didn’t last long. I dried my eyes and sat there a bit before going inside. 

No cure, but it was interesting. And I think there was some benefit, but it’s really difficult to tell. 

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