Sick

I had an asthma attack yesterday. For those of you not lucky enough to have asthma, it basically feels like a giant animal is stepping on your chest. I always picture a huge horse.

Anyway, I thought for a minute there that I was going to pass out in front of 600 people. Managed to make it through and went to the doctor afterwards, where I was given a liberal dose of steroids and told that it was probably just a cold. Sure enough, I woke up this morning and the horse had moved to the inside of my face.

So I'm sick again. In order to make me feel a little bit better, my doctor gave me a teapot/watering can-looking thingy called a neti pot. You fill it with water and a dash of salt, insert it into one nostril, and let the mixture run in one nostril and out the other. It's a little bit weird at first, but it starts to feel good after a while. Geez, I'm learning all sorts of crunchy hippy-type things in my Sleepy Hamlet.

And, on the subject of finding a good purpose for this blog, I may have found one. I'm moving to a major city at the beginning of next year, but it may be a different one than I originally intended. So it could be about my super-fun adventures in a Big City. More on this situation as it develops...