Sinus

He walked into the plane with dread filling his heart.

he knew he was in for a world of pain.

This would not be easy.

This would test him and his abilities.

He did not fear death.
He feared the pressure in his blocked sinuses.

He was concerned enough that he had taught himself how to massage his own face.

He was not sure he was very good at it.
Then again, he had a terrible teacher.

In the plane he sat quietly, and massaged.

He felt like it was helpful, until it wasn’t. It wasn't helpful quite quickly.

But then it was slightly helpful again.

So he continued, encouraged.

And as the plane rose and the pressure increased, he found himself fighting to keep up and keep his sinuses free.

He massaged more and more vigorously

His fingers found the pressure points and he pressed down intensely.

But he was calcium deficient.

CRACK

He broke the front of his skull, his face.

Like the top of a crème brûlée.

He was confused and didn't know how to feel. On one hand he broke his face, on the other hand, crème brûlée.

He was in excruciating pain.

His face slipped slowly downwards and hung loosely by his skin.

Blood poured everywhere. Ironically out his nose.

But he was relieved. He was happy. His sinuses were finally draining.