January 16-18, 2011:

Two words. Neti Pot. I have been buying them on and off for five years and then, after reading the instructions, would grow faint of heart and throw them away, or give them to someone who wanted one. I kept thinking one needed a medical degree to operate one, and the idea of almost drowning in order to clear my sinuses was not appealing. But I needed to do something.

So–again–I bought a Neti pot. And dithered for a day and a half. And finally, before my shower, I tried it. And surprise, not only was it easy to do, but I could breathe again. . .for a solid ten hours. And three more times, the magic kept working. Hurrah.

Once I could breathe again, I began to write with more energy: another three chapters of revision on BUG, some more poetry, and catching up with a lot of business and bills.

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