blue artichoke

When you read that title, how many of you thought I'd developed a taste for blow? And decided to blog about it!? Sadly, this is not nearly as exciting. I snorted Afrin. I've been sick for the past few days, with the bulk of the storm in my head -- clogged ears, sore throat, swollen lymph nodes in my neck. Sneezing was followed by the sound of squealing fireworks. Breathing sounded like creaky doors.

I usually try to let my body sort itself out when I'm sick, not because I have anything against science or pharmaceutical companies (I love them both), but because I have a rockstar immune system and I like to give it a chance to impress me (although, if I'm sick already, it's already fallen of the pedestal I keep it on). After one sleepless night and with another looming, GC convinced me to try snorting Afrin to open up my nasal passages so I could breathe. I was skeptical. If I couldn't breathe, how was I supposed to inhale medicine? I've always been apprehensive about purposefully propelling something up my nose, but I tried it, and it was awesome. It took a few squirts, but within minutes I could breathe clearly. I'm a convert. I've used it the last three nights before bed. GC has opened up a whole new world for me. Soon I'll be prowling the house looking for things to crush up and snort.