I get the New Yorker and this week there was a perfume ad in it. I don’t know if that was the problem, but BrilliantEditor was reading the magazine and had torn out the perfumed bit to throw away later. I began sneezing like, well, something that sneezes a lot.
Once the perfumed paper left the house, I was better off. Once fifteen minutes went by, I was almost back to my enhanced version of normal.
I say almost because I still had a stuffy nose.
I went upstairs to be the yoga princess that I am and realized that breathing deeply, in or out, through a stuffy nose is a bizarre experience. It’s even weirder because things were okay when I was standing upright, but when I did one of those fancy forward bend, I made a noise like kheznk. Believe it, baby. My little snout is that creative.
I did manage to overcome my big, huge problem by using my mouth to breathe, rather than my nosey. I must remind myself in the winter, however, to breathe through my nose only. Otherwise my lungs will freeze and be damaged all without the joy of smoking cigarettes or pot or crack or turkey. Yeah. I can’t have that happen. I’ve always wanted to smoke turkey.
Goodnight my sweet darlings.
Posted by dotty at September 23, 2004 11:35 PMDr. Andrew Weil (another fat bastard) loves to go on and on about the benefits of breathing -- ten minutes a day of breathing exercises for a wholly different life. Maybe I'm not doing it right, because my life isn't different enough yet.
Anyway, he recommends inhaling through your nose and exhaling through your mouth. Is that what your yoga lessons advise?
Posted by: Mr. Guy at September 24, 2004 10:40 AM