Fess Up

My Dear Fellows & Dear Princess,

So this is my Fess bottle. I assume that's the name of the company who makes this contraption. But what is it for, you may ask?

Basically it's like a nasal douche. For the next few weeks, I have to make up a concoction of warm water, salt and bicarb and squirt it up each nostril every morning. It kind of goes like this - 

BOTTLE: (Squirt)
ME: Gasp! Splutter! Gag! 

It's not as pleasant as I am making it sound. Basically it is like a form of voluntary waterboarding. I kind of knew it was coming when I went to see the ENT* last week. He prescribed this (along with some steroids) and then I'm to go back and see him in six weeks to see how my sinuses are doing. 

The reason I knew it was coming, is because Caro gets exactly the same treatment whenever she goes to see her ENT. In fact, she's supposed to be doing it right now, at the same time as me.

"Would you like me to make up some mixture for you as well?" I asked.

"N-no. That's ok," she said. Caro really doesn't like it either.

I'm not sure if it is yet working. But I can tell you that the side-effects of the steroids are. Apparently many people have trouble falling asleep on them. Now I can fall asleep at the drop of a hat, so wasn't too worried. But then - at 1:30am last night.

ME: Hmmmm. I wonder if someone would mind dropping a hat?

Oh well. At least waking hours give me time to compose blips in my head.

S.

* His name is "Campbell Baguley" which sounds like the name of a Jilly Cooper rotter.