I've had to spray saline solution up my nose for several decades. So neti pots don't sound any worse. In fact the whole "they are not supposed to trickle down the throat thing" sounds like a real improvement over what I have to regularly.
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Andi gets disturbed when i sing "neti pot" to the tune of "lollipop."
Andi had to take the overnight slot at work due to a cow orker needing emergency spleen surgery (Yikes!).
I am sitting here missing her, as are the cats Sammi and Harvey.
My nephew D turned 13 today! I can hardly believe it. It seems like just yesterday I was getting the call that he had come into thisv world. I had no idea then how much he would affect my life. I wish I could be there today to give him a hug.
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all this talk of Neti pots. Dude. My sinuses are KILLING me. My right cheek is throbbing from pressure. And I've gone thru a few boxes of tissues this week. Ugg. But I agree with Jessica:
but....ew! Water up nose!I'll see how I feel after work tomorrow. If I'm still feeling bad, I'll swing by CVS on the way home. ick.
I've been bad and skimmed a little bit. What's up with the Not Having Time To Do What I Want, anyways?
So far, we had a full 24 hours day without rockets in the south (the cease fire is on both sides, but if you don't mind, I'm looking at the meme aspect of this). I can't tell you how much relief that is. It's like a feeling of pure wonder. It's been only 22 days of hell and chaos, but the idea that I can listen again to music when I'm reaching Rocketland, go to places that are further away from 60 minutes running to the nearest shelter/flight of stairs is just... Wow. And without fear, or being on constant alert to see if I hear the sirens (yes, I know Gaza had it much worse, and yet. I'm talking about myself). And not constant worrying for my friends.
On that matter, although I don't agree with everything he writes, I think the last Grossman column is worth reading.
And I'm releasing some more feel better~ma all around.
On that matter, although I don't agree with everything he writes, I think the last Grossman column is worth reading.
That was a pretty interesting column.
I, once again, can't get to sleep. Not sure why.
Oh, Hil. Sending sleep~ma your way.
And say, do you knit?
(Also, if I may steal a moment of contentment for myself: after 6 and something hours of work, my 30%-of-the-final-grade sociology paper is now done. And I'm quite approve of it. Anything under 80 will disappoint me very much).
I'm with omnis: I've gone through boxes and boxes of tissues this week, my nose is bright red, my sinuses are throbbing, my teeth are protesting, but...water up my nose? ACK! I never managed to learn how to properly swim or dive, because I would never stop holding my nose, because the water in the pool kept GOING UP MY NOSE if I didn't!
So, um, neti pot just seems like an awful idea. And yet, relief seems like such a blessed idea...
Though fingers crossed, the cold may be going away. Of course, now I'm worried that my girl has something else entirely, since she's hacking up a lung. I was worried I gave her my cold but if I get what she has instead, I'll be very unhappy with my body...