My sinuses are finally, *finally* coming around. Yesterday and Sunday were pure misery, even before Teh Internets gave me the wise idea to put capsaicin up my nose. Really, it wasn't as bad as all that; the pepper itself didn't go up my nose-- it just made a very mild hot-pepper tea. It was more salty than hot, but I *did* definitely feel it burning, in a different way than the salt burns when I do an ordinary saline wash. And for the record, it worked markedly better than the saline wash alone, however temporarily.
I suppose it would work much better if I had allergies, where the flush would be, you know, flushing junk out. In my case, I just have really awful sinuses that slam shut whenever the barometer starts jumping around in spring and fall. Since I developed my love affair with fexofenadine, I haven't had to endure the semiannual, marathon, 6-week sinus infections of my college years. Consequently, and perhaps ironically, this makes me an even bigger whiny baby when I do come down with a head cold, and I'm far more prone to search out drastic measures.
And honestly? It was either the hot pepper or pull out my upper molars with pliers. That's how bad it was. Meds weren't working, hot showers weren't working, spicy foods weren't working, doctor made me swear off nasal spray after I got my sinuses addicted once.
So yeah. Enough about my friggin' sinuses already. New page on Thursday, go and enjoy.