Operation Neti Pot (aka “The Oprah Effect” ain’t just for books)
I had a doctor’s appointment today, not because I was sick. I just hadn’t had a physical in nearly two years, and I needed to start a relationship with a local doctor. I really like my new doc. She’s a soft spoken Indian woman who wears a bindi. She stood very close to me while asking questions, and when she looked up at me, she told me I was beautiful. I minimized my current illness, saying that I was trying to get over a cold. She said that my glands were very swollen (she called the left one “huge”) and that I was too sick for a physical, so I needed to come back after a 10-day course of antibiotics. So I guess it’s confirmed by an outside source that I’m actually quite unwell. I mean, I knew I was, but I didn’t think I was antiobiotic sick. I am.
After picking up my prescription, I went in search of the Neti Pot, recommended by Roger here and others over many years. I hit the Whole Foods in Cary first, since it was near the doctor’s office. I asked the man in the health and beauty area if he had any Net Pots. He smiled broadly and said they were completely out. He said, “You know it was on Oprah!” Oh no. In America these days, that means that there’s basically going to be a “run” on the item everywhere, in stores, online, everywhere. He called over to the other store in Raleigh, and they had just one left, which they held for me. When I went over to get it, I headed to the checkout line. There, the woman said, “I must have checked out about six of these yesterday. You know it was on Oprah!”
I have it now, finally. Going to eat some food and pour saline into my nose. Then I’m going to see if my brain can handle a practice exam!