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Picnic
Welcome to my picnic.
Only to no picnic you’ve been.
May I offer you sterile saline, distilled water, or
even boiled tap water?
Whatever you like. Your sinuses will feel like
new.
Will that be with one, two or three heaping
teaspoonfuls of sea salt? Whatever you like. Some
like a little baking soda added to quench the
saltiness.
It’s your choice.
Only it’s not mine.
Welcome to my picnic.
Only to no picnic you’ve been.
May I offer you a 1cc sinus flush, three times daily
of Tobra, Cipro, or even Coly-Mycin? Whatever you
like. A little sting in the sinuses and you’ll
feel as good as new.
It’s your choice.
Only it’s not mine.
Welcome to my picnic.
Only to no picnic you’ve been.
May I offer you something else? Perhaps some
Nasalcrom™ or Flonase™ or would you prefer
a pill like Clariton™? Whatever you like. A
little more medication won’t hurt you.
It’s your choice.
Only it’s not mine.
Welcome to my picnic.
Only to no picnic you’ve been.
I feel I‘m at the Mad Hatter’s tea party
in Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland.
Only to no picnic I’ve been. Instead of tea and
cake, I am offering what has kept my sinuses from
getting worse.
If I keep my sinuses healthy, my lungs will remain
healthy.
No post-nasal drip will infect my lungs. That’s
in theory.
I still get sick even when I do take care of my
sinuses.
I am obligated to myself to continue this regime no
matter how uncomfortable it is. That’s life, I
suppose.
It’s your choice.
It’s my choice, too.
Welcome to my picnic.
Only to no picnic you’ve been.
K. Bischoff-Howell
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