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Dec. 11th, 2007 09:43 pmI know some of you folk swear by the use of a neti pot and/or nasal irrigation to clear out congested sinuses.
I'm not nearly that much of a masochist. I've tried twice now. The first attempt was an abject failure, involving saline which was significantly too hot and burned the inside of my nose, but didn't clear out a damned thing. The second, just concluded, seems to have worked to some extent. Unfortunately, to get my head to the right angle put my neck out far more efficiently than my chiropractor put it back in alignment earlier today, and, even at something much closer to the right temperature still damn near made me cry from the sheer discomfort of the whole process, and that just from my nose. If the choice is between congestion and a headache and sore neck, i think i'll opt for the latter.
In other news, we have a freaking weird dog. She hordes food- and not dog food. No, our dog steals bread products, and randomly we'll just find them stashed around the house. Tonight, it was a wad of tortillas buried in the pillows on the bed. No idea when these were stolen- there's an unopened package of them in the bread drawer, and we haven't been aware of having any stolen in weeks, and they certainly weren't there last night. Just too damn weird. Anyone want a baked-goods fetishist dog? Right now, i'll even deliver within a reasonable radius of the metropolitan Seattle area.
Is your posse on Broadway? If not, why not? Cause, y'know, Dick's is the place where the crew hang out, the swass like to play, and the rich flaunt clout. What the hell does 'swass' mean, anyway? Frances Farmer will have her revenge on you, or you'll get caught by a mud shark or something if you don't tell me.
I'm not nearly that much of a masochist. I've tried twice now. The first attempt was an abject failure, involving saline which was significantly too hot and burned the inside of my nose, but didn't clear out a damned thing. The second, just concluded, seems to have worked to some extent. Unfortunately, to get my head to the right angle put my neck out far more efficiently than my chiropractor put it back in alignment earlier today, and, even at something much closer to the right temperature still damn near made me cry from the sheer discomfort of the whole process, and that just from my nose. If the choice is between congestion and a headache and sore neck, i think i'll opt for the latter.
In other news, we have a freaking weird dog. She hordes food- and not dog food. No, our dog steals bread products, and randomly we'll just find them stashed around the house. Tonight, it was a wad of tortillas buried in the pillows on the bed. No idea when these were stolen- there's an unopened package of them in the bread drawer, and we haven't been aware of having any stolen in weeks, and they certainly weren't there last night. Just too damn weird. Anyone want a baked-goods fetishist dog? Right now, i'll even deliver within a reasonable radius of the metropolitan Seattle area.
Is your posse on Broadway? If not, why not? Cause, y'know, Dick's is the place where the crew hang out, the swass like to play, and the rich flaunt clout. What the hell does 'swass' mean, anyway? Frances Farmer will have her revenge on you, or you'll get caught by a mud shark or something if you don't tell me.
