Aristo! Aristo! A la lanterne!: It's like a gargle blaster for the brain....

Wednesday, January 8, 2020

It's like a gargle blaster for the brain....

Yours truly has been a plague sufferer for weeks now, even while pulling doubles and such. Since Christmas, to be honest.

Everyone in the house has been down with the creeping death, and one youngen got some hospital time out of it too.

Mine centers on the sinuses, which kicked into 'flood' mode and overloaded my breathing apparatus. All the usual crap that goes with that, too.

Day before yesterday, I woke up in the recliner with a clear FU, I've had enough, and called in dead. A trip to the Doc's walk in hours, and I've got a scrip for antibiotics, advise on OTC meds, and a hearty 'Good Luck Ya Old Bastard!'.

Through all this plague ridden crud, that thing imaged above has been the single biggest help. It's a stupidly expensive ($100 plus things) widget that sucks snot out one nostril while pumping warm saline solution in the other.

Look.... I'll be nice, and not describe the alien landscape that I'm blowing out of my head 4 times a day right now. Suffice to say, one look and I'm certain I'm glad it's OUT of ME.

If you are suffering, give it a try. Yes, the saline pods are expensive. At this point, I don't care. I'm accepting of a little predatory commercial rapage as long as I can BREATH.

Besides, the interlocks that force one to use their pods are childishly easy to bypass, should you choose.

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Robert Heinlein

"Do not confuse "duty" with what other people expect of you; they are utterly different. Duty is a debt you owe to yourself to fulfill obligations you have assumed voluntarily. Paying that debt can entail anything from years of patient work to instant willingness to die. Difficult it may be, but the reward is self-respect.

But there is no reward at all for doing what other people expect of you, and to do so is not merely difficult, but impossible. It is easier to deal with a footpad than it is with the leech who wants "just a few minutes of your time, please — this won't take long." Time is your total capital, and the minutes of your life are painfully few. If you allow yourself to fall into the vice of agreeing to such requests, they quickly snowball to the point where these parasites will use up 100 percent of your time — and squawk for more!
So learn to say No — and to be rude about it when necessary.
Otherwise you will not have time to carry out your duty, or to do your own work, and certainly no time for love and happiness. The termites will nibble away your life and leave none of it for you.

(This rule does not mean that you must not do a favor for a friend, or even a stranger. But let the choice be yours. Don't do it because it is "expected" of you.)"