The one where I beat a ceramic pot

I am still attempting to recover from The Cold That Ate My Head. It's a slow process. I'm still coughing and hacking but now I'm thisclose to being able to breath through my nose. I chalk that up to my recent victory over my neti pot.

A couple of days ago I was rooting around in the medicine cabinet for something to make me feel better and what did I spy? My neti pot. "Hey!" I thought. "This will make me feel better!" How quickly we forget.

Here's the thing though, I actually managed to use the danged thing with some success this time. "Some" being the key word here. I mean, yes, most of the water still ran down the back of my throat and yes, I still nearly drowned and yes, when it was all done I felt like I had tried to inhale the Atlantic ocean but there was still some success. I managed to get a stream of water going in one nostril and trickling out the other! Kind of! At least it sort of dripped out the other nostril. Hey, it's better than I've ever been able to do before. I count it as a victory.

Now I just need to lose the crusty, bleary eyes, the red chapped nose, the dry cracked lips and the the pale, sallow skin and I'll be back to being my regular hot self.

Oh, and the best news of all! The Cold That Ate My Head came with a nice case of .... Oh, how can I put this delicately? Raging, churning, gaseous diarrhea so I've manged to lose five pounds in the last week. Oh yeah. I'm looking super cute now.