Musing On Mucus

I have had a cold for the past couple of weeks. It has given me a lot of time to ponder the curiosities of my mucus.

For example, why is it spelled mucus even though it is secreted by the mucous membranes? Also, why is it most often called mucus when it is in your throat and lungs, yet it is usually called snot when it runs out of your nose? No one ever says "Ewww! Wipe that nasty mucus goblin off of your face!" I guess it's kind of like the differences between magma and lava or meteors and meteorites. It's all semantics, I suppose.

Another curious thing about my most recent mucus productions has been the rainbow of colors that are being forcibly discharged through my nasal passages. My mucus membranes are obviously gay, because they produce some of the most beautiful colors of snot that I have ever seen. Every time I blow my nose, there is a different pretty shade on the Kleenex for me to admire. Let's see, I've had all different hues of yellow, some greens, a red or pink here and there, white, clear and even some earth tones, beiges and browns. I am pretty convinced that the dark brown snot was a direct result of the mucus mixing with the chocolate Pop-Tart that I had just finished eating before that blowout. It only happened that one time.

Ah well, before everyone gets too overly concerned and starts sending me their professional diagnoses of my nasal discharges, don't worry. I have done the research on the Internet. I know that there is nothing too seriously wrong with me at this point. Well, as far as my runny nose is concerned, at least. I guess I'll just have to keep on suffering with the snot until my body defeats whatever it is that has invaded me. I'm feeling much better than I did last week, so I think I'm beating it.

Wish me luck!