this past week’s sinus infection has shown me that my snot can be all the colors of the rainbow.  And while this has been an enlightening discovery, I grow weary of the frequent nosebleeds and sounding all stuffy all the time.  And the clogged ears.

So I’ve been using a Neti Pot.  Which brings me to my next point.

You’re not the boss of me.  I know these two ideas don’t seem to be connected.  But those who know me grow weary of my frequent refrain. You’re not the boss of me.  I say it so often, sometimes I just look at objects and THINK IT.  Which has become my attitude toward the Neti Pot.

I hate it.  I hate the feeling of salt water in my sinus cavity. Ironic right?  I hate when it drips out all snotty and gross. I hate that it gets in my hair, no matter what I do. I hate that, as my brother in law so eloquently put it, it randomly makes “chicken noodle soup” come out of my nose.  I hate that i’m not supposed to be Scuba diving. I hate that I do it anyway and then my nose bleeds in my mask and then my face hurts.  I hate that I walk into the bathroom and I see that Neti Pot and I think to myself, You’re not the boss of me, and then I have to use it, and it IS the boss of me. Me and my busted up sinus cavity.