The flu. The first week of this month I had the joy of puking (no thanks to Grant this time /sadface) for an entire day. Between the painful spasms that wracked my abdomen and the blowing of my nose due to the unpleasant nature of vomit escaping into my sinus cavity I realized this truth: Nasal Wash is an entertaining experience.
I didn’t use a neti pot, but I had the joy (should I enjoy this feeling?) of forcing saline through my nose and into my sinus cavity. It was a slow warm prod, like a liquid finger just behind my eye which then exited my skull via the opposite nostril. I did this twice per nostril, and it’s definitely a unique experience. It was almost like drowning, except I could breathe through my mouth. There’s nothing quite like it I tell you.
I got to spend a lot of time watching television, and I realized just how much I hate day time TV. No wonder half the population of our country is borderline zombified. There is _nothing_ good about day time television. I have Direct TV, so I at least can get away from the talk shows and what not; however, I’ve seen every episode of CSI that has ever been created. I’ve never been so pleased to actually go to work.
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