It was a lazy day in the mountains. I know you’re dying to know what I learned this week.
Well here ya go...
A sinus infection is coming, you know how you feel it coming on, the pressure, headache, drainage? Sinus infections can be expensive, by the time you take off work to go to the doctor, buy steroids, antibiotics, and generic strong-butt cough meds. So, I turn to Dr. Google. In the past, a netipot soothed my sinuses but did nothing to prevent infection or heal my sinuses. A few days ago I read about adding a little hydrogen peroxide to the saline solution. Warnings included a possible head rush (probably as your brain bubbles out your nostrils) and destroying living cell walls (so what, if they’re infected already, clean those puppies out). Do the benefits outweigh the risks? Is the juice worth the squeeze? I’m lying in bed coughing, no relief. If I’m doing this, coughing in the morning, sinuses meet peroxide.
I was coughing and stuffy the following morning. What do I have to lose, a few brain cells, living cell walls? One-half teaspoon, that’s all I add to the netipot, pouring through each nostril, waiting for the head-rush. Nothing. I look in the mirror. My nose is bubbling. Just a little.
I have to tell you I felt almost immediate relief. I read numerous times, people saying this. I called nonsense, however, it’s true, for me. No more post nasal drip, no more pressure. I probably need to rinse again using my secret solution, though I hesitate, as I don’t want to dry everything, kill more living cells than necessary. I have a check-up tomorrow and will see what the doctor thinks. Don’t try this at home, I’m not a professional, I don’t know what I’m talking about, I just know I got some relief and didn’t pay $200.
Tomorrow is also see-the-endodontist day, as well, to check and drill my errant root canal. I call to confirm my appointment. The nice lady tells me my portion will be $400 plus, is that okay? No, it’s not okay, I make xx an hour, it’s not okay, but I refuse to have teeth pulled. I was nice. It’s not her fault I want my teeth. She assures me I can pay half now and half in three months, interest free. Wonderful. This changes nothing, but it’s the thought that counts.
I fasted again today, just for fun.
A co-worker brought me a slice of red velvet bourbon cake. I didn’t need it, opened the container, and was forced to take a bite. I wouldn’t have tasted more bourbon if I’d taken a swig straight from a bottle. Heavens, this was some good stuff, actually sweet. It got me to thinking...There was a little cinnamon coffee cake left over at work. I have a lot of alcohol at my place, begging to be used. I bring the cake home. Guess the alcohol of choice to pour over this baby? If you guessed Fireball you would be correct. I drenched my little piece of cake, and I put it in the freezer, not needing additional calories right this minute, self control, right? Self-righteous heifer. Tonight, after breaking the fast, I get a bite of Fireball cake. And another bite. Man this is good.
I need to fast again.
Remind me to tell you a story about the lady who needed a fur coat before we could exit the building, an emergency evacuation...somewhere in these United States.
The best seven years of my life, the last seven years.
Stories are good, fun.
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