Side Note-I totally had to look up how to spell Amoeba. And I (for the record) want to complain about how STUPID the spelling of Amoeba is. Oh yeah… and I am pretty sure (thanks to his crazy neti-pot habit) Brian is going to catch a brain eating amoeba for Christmas. Nothing says merry frickin’ Christmas like a parasite turning your brain into sludge.
I have never shared this before… But my husband is a little obsessed with using his neti-pot. He started using one about 3 years ago at the urging of a friend. His friend suggested it after Brian detailed the chore it was to blow his nose. (I won’t go into the gory details… but it involved snorting water. I will pause for a moment while you go vomit.) Seriously, the man couldn’t just blow his nose like a normal person. It required advanced planning, paper towels, and a whole lotta hassle. Why? Because that was the only way he could get a satisfying blow… Now enter the neti-pot…
He has replacing snorting water with a magical pot of specially balanced salt water that gently cleanses his sinuses. He still can’t just “blow” his nose… but at least the practice is a little less disgusting (only because it is far more medical and therefore socially acceptable… Just like boob jobs are more acceptable than using tissue in your bra. Everything medical is better… right?) We have been sailing along on the clear sinus trail for the last three years until this article came out.
I know… I know… It is caused by the fluid used to irrigate your sinuses. Not the neti-pot itself. But guess who doesn’t use distilled water in his daily nose care regimen? Oh ya… THIS GUY! Tap water all the way.
So Merry Christmas Brian. You have a brain eating amoeba. And here I let you get that 60 inch TV for Christmas for NOTHING!
***My husband doesn’t really have a brain eating amoeba… Well that I know of.