NetiPothead
I have spent the last few years watching in horror as more and more people I know started the terrifying practice of sinus irrigation. I imagined them singing "I'm a Little Teapot" as they prepared their saltwater concoction: "♪Tip! me over and pour. me. outgrthphflpllbblthsgarfck!!!!!" I could not ever imagine being so sick that I would finally resort to drowning myself.
Then it happened. I got sick enough to prefer drowning rather than exploding as my method of death. I went to the store and let my girls help me pick one out. I wanted them to choose so they might be more comfortable with trying it themselves. We got home and I encouraged my daughters to watch. I am the type of person who really hates to show weakness to others, so I figured I couldn't be a wimp about it if I had little eyes on me. I bravely made my first attempt. The strangest thing about it was that it didn't feel strange in the way that I expected. Even when I made an error in proper head positioning, the bit that tried to go down my throat did not cause the sensation of eminent death that I expected. And then I stood upright, blew my nose and... breathed!! Through my nose! For the first time in days! This sort of instant gratification was enough to make me an addict the first time out of the gate. No waiting for medicine to kick in or anything! I couldn't wait to do it again at the first sign of returning stuffiness.
Baby Duck was a bit afraid and required lots of coaxing to even let me try to do a tiny practice drip. I allowed her to say 'no' until she felt ready. When we did the practice drip on each side and she wanted to be done, I let her. I knew what a freaky thing it seemed to be. Then, a funny thing happened. I was on the phone when she picked up the NetiPot and proceeded to try it on her own. She did it! Having full control over the device and not having to rely on trusting me, she was brave enough to do the whole thing. She was so proud of herself using what she called the 'watering can'. "Look, Mom! I'm Nose Gardening!"
CL
Then it happened. I got sick enough to prefer drowning rather than exploding as my method of death. I went to the store and let my girls help me pick one out. I wanted them to choose so they might be more comfortable with trying it themselves. We got home and I encouraged my daughters to watch. I am the type of person who really hates to show weakness to others, so I figured I couldn't be a wimp about it if I had little eyes on me. I bravely made my first attempt. The strangest thing about it was that it didn't feel strange in the way that I expected. Even when I made an error in proper head positioning, the bit that tried to go down my throat did not cause the sensation of eminent death that I expected. And then I stood upright, blew my nose and... breathed!! Through my nose! For the first time in days! This sort of instant gratification was enough to make me an addict the first time out of the gate. No waiting for medicine to kick in or anything! I couldn't wait to do it again at the first sign of returning stuffiness.
Baby Duck was a bit afraid and required lots of coaxing to even let me try to do a tiny practice drip. I allowed her to say 'no' until she felt ready. When we did the practice drip on each side and she wanted to be done, I let her. I knew what a freaky thing it seemed to be. Then, a funny thing happened. I was on the phone when she picked up the NetiPot and proceeded to try it on her own. She did it! Having full control over the device and not having to rely on trusting me, she was brave enough to do the whole thing. She was so proud of herself using what she called the 'watering can'. "Look, Mom! I'm Nose Gardening!"
CL
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