After a night filled with tossing and turning in the heat and waking up in a cold sweat with a slight headache (from dehydration from all the sweating I suppose?) I decided to swing by the drugstore to pick up a few things to try and get back on the feeling as good as I can in the situation that I'm in train.
There's something about the drug store- and I think it's the lighting. I've read and heard all sorts of things about it from women (I don't think it works the same for men) of all shapes and sizes swing by the sliiiightly over-priced market for a little pick me up- a tube of lip gloss, a manicure set, a box of hair dye- all sorts of tricks to make us feel better or our best. It's magical, really.
On my list this morning- a nose irrigation system. In my unending quest to try to impress my father (half hearted attempts at best, mind you) I remember bringing up Netti pots to him since he has some issue with sleeping/apnea/nasal passages/life- and it turned into him giving me a lecture about how people often use the pot too late. As most things in life (exercise, therapy, healthy eating, bridge inspection) using the pot should be a preventative measure to sinus infections and the like- in fact, if someone uses the pot when they're already sick from a sinus infection or a cold, although it provides short term relief, it actually makes matters worse. What do germs LOVE? A warm, wet breeding ground.What does a Netti pot provide? A warm wet sinus.
So this morning with my dull headache, I went to the store to pick up a pot- I have one at home but I didn't think of it while I was there and having a back up at work seems like a decent idea anyway. AS USUAL, I forget about all of the bad things that happen to me when I stray away from my original plans. Again, I think it's the lighting in the store. Instead of getting the pot and the sea salt packets- I walk away with saline spray.
The good news: I no longer have a headache. The bad news, not having the headache is PROBABLY stemming from burning my nasal cavities with the Phenylcabinol and Benzalkonium added to the Saline as preservatives.
The trip didn't go completely in the tullet though. In my second favorite section in the store, the as seen on TV department most of these joints now boast, had a 50% OFF egg steamer. No matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to hard boil a damn egg. Now I can't wait to get things moving- HB eggs for breakfast, egg salad for lunch... awesome. Something tells me I'm going to love maternity leave. And I might be a littttttle sick of eggs at the end of 8 or 12 weeks.
There's something about the drug store- and I think it's the lighting. I've read and heard all sorts of things about it from women (I don't think it works the same for men) of all shapes and sizes swing by the sliiiightly over-priced market for a little pick me up- a tube of lip gloss, a manicure set, a box of hair dye- all sorts of tricks to make us feel better or our best. It's magical, really.
On my list this morning- a nose irrigation system. In my unending quest to try to impress my father (half hearted attempts at best, mind you) I remember bringing up Netti pots to him since he has some issue with sleeping/apnea/nasal passages/life- and it turned into him giving me a lecture about how people often use the pot too late. As most things in life (exercise, therapy, healthy eating, bridge inspection) using the pot should be a preventative measure to sinus infections and the like- in fact, if someone uses the pot when they're already sick from a sinus infection or a cold, although it provides short term relief, it actually makes matters worse. What do germs LOVE? A warm, wet breeding ground.What does a Netti pot provide? A warm wet sinus.
So this morning with my dull headache, I went to the store to pick up a pot- I have one at home but I didn't think of it while I was there and having a back up at work seems like a decent idea anyway. AS USUAL, I forget about all of the bad things that happen to me when I stray away from my original plans. Again, I think it's the lighting in the store. Instead of getting the pot and the sea salt packets- I walk away with saline spray.
The good news: I no longer have a headache. The bad news, not having the headache is PROBABLY stemming from burning my nasal cavities with the Phenylcabinol and Benzalkonium added to the Saline as preservatives.
The trip didn't go completely in the tullet though. In my second favorite section in the store, the as seen on TV department most of these joints now boast, had a 50% OFF egg steamer. No matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to hard boil a damn egg. Now I can't wait to get things moving- HB eggs for breakfast, egg salad for lunch... awesome. Something tells me I'm going to love maternity leave. And I might be a littttttle sick of eggs at the end of 8 or 12 weeks.
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