all hail the neti pot

“Out of all the things the hippies did, whether it was protesting or saving trees or toking on a joint, I think the Neti Pot was their greatest accomplishment.”

As previously mentioned, by brother and I have been suffering with a miserable head cold, and have spent much of the past day exchanging pitiful glances as we pass each other the tissue box.

We decided to pull out the big guns today, in addition to our already impressive arsenal of vitamins and cold medicine. We went down to the natural pharmacy and picked up a Neti Pot. If you’ve never seen one, a Neti Pot looks and works something like this…

Dignified? No. Effective? YES.

I wasn’t sure how well it would work, and I was a little afraid that it would provide the sensation of drowning in my own snot and sea water, but it really does the job. Stephen even started composing a spontaneous ode to the Neti Pot, which wasn’t really invented by hippies, but has been in use in India and South Asia for hundreds of years.

Just make sure you do it behind a closed door. Because nobody needs to see that.

‘neti pot’ must be hippie-speak for AWESOME

Stephen and I have the same head cold, and the same low emotional tolerance for illness, which means that for the past two days we’ve been moaning like this is the worst thing that has ever happened to us. And despite our impressive arsenal of vitamins and cold medicine, we were both kept awake last night by the minor annoyance of being unable to breathe.

So this morning, snot-nosed and bleary eyed, we decided that we needed to try something different. Namely: a Neti Pot. Neither of us had ever used one, but I’d heard good things, and we were just too darn miserable not to give it a chance.

Now, a Neti Pot in action is one of the more unusual and undignified things you’ll ever do to yourself, but I’m telling you, that little thing really works. Stephen loved it so much he started composing a spontaneous ode to the Neti Pot. I’m just happy that I can breathe again…

commence to pitying

I seem to have acquired a cold from my younger brother. I can’t breathe, my head now weighs approximately thirty pounds, and since I never, ever get sick, naturally I’m handling it like a big baby.

On the bright side, honey + lemon juice + hot water = sweet relief.

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