left me with some sinus blockage the likes of which- No, no, it’s too terrible for even me to describe. (Shudder)

Anyway after having had grief breathing all last night I woke and snorted the sinuses out with the neti pot.

Oh. My. God.

I mean, there was mud. Dirt. grass. Brake shoes. gravel. Circus peanuts. Candles. Knives. Forks. Lanyards. Tylenol. Allen wrenches. Batteries. Screwdrivers. Gloves. TV remotes. Flashlights. Socket wrenches. Bones, none of them (as far as I can determine), mine. Plaster of Paris frogs. Real frogs. Pencil sharpeners, and more than a few spent shell casings.

Then I moved to the right nostril.

Holy sweet mother of God. Well, at least the zombie turtles are still resting comfortably in there.

Hope it helps the sinuses. If it just tones down the vertigo I’ll be in fat city.