Open Blocked: Nose

Desperate, he turned to the neti pot. He filled it with warm water, added the saline packet, leaned over the sink, and tilted his head. The water went up his right nostril. It did not come out the left. It hung there, suspended in the vast, clogged wasteland of his sinuses, like a tourist trapped in an elevator. He snorted. Nothing. He tilted his head the other way. Still nothing. For a terrifying second, he felt like he was drowning on dry land. Then, with a wet, pathetic glug , the water finally trickled out—carrying with it exactly zero congestion.

He took a breath. Then another. Then a deep, glorious, lung-filling inhale that traveled all the way down to his toes. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard: the soft, rhythmic whisper of oxygen moving freely through his face. open blocked nose

Leo groaned—a pathetic, nasal-less groan that came out as a strangled honk. Desperate, he turned to the neti pot