Sinus

A friend of mine called yesterday while she was sitting on her bed, legs crossed, breathing deeply, trying her best to contain her anxiety. She phoned me to say that, after many months of trying to figure out why she was having terrible sinus pain, she was having an MRI.

My friend is one of those people who hikes up the sides of mountains, skis across miles and miles of fresh powder, dives effortlessly in the ocean, and easily excels at any athletic endeavor she puts her mind to. She's like that in her career as well, and has no fear about taking on new jobs and responsibilities and moves to keep moving up the corporate ladder. But this MRI business, it had her all shaken up. Read More »

<img alt="" src="http://l.yimg.com/a/i/us/shine/health/netipot.jpg" align="left" width="411" height="336">I woke up this morning to the bright sunshine and whir of the heater running. I pulled myself out of bed, yawned, stretched and sniffled. <br> <br> It's prime cold season here and I know that by the runny nose and slips of paper begging families to wash hands frequently that my son brings home from preschool. I'm trying to combat six months of congestion and a Costco investment in lotion-laced Kleenex with a vitamin C commitment, drinking more water, getting more sleep and holding my breath as I walk though the adorable germ infestation that is my son's classroom. But this morning, I didn't need any of that. I was barely awake, I was sniffly and I was jonesing for <strong><a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.oprah.com/slideshow/oprahshow/slideshow1_ss_oz_20070426/6">my neti pot.</a></strong><br> <br> Yeah, I said jonesing. <br> Read More »