Survival Sam, Duane and I were having breakfast at the Café 23. I kept interrupting the conversation to blow my nose. That also made it hard for me to enjoy my strawberry covered waffles.
“That’s quite a cold you’ve got there, John,” said Sam.
“Yeah, it’s no fun. I never get normal colds,” I whined.
Duane finished his bite of hash browns. “Do you guys remember the news story about a new superbug of a cold virus? The Centers for Disease Control say it killed a dozen or so people. It sounds wicked. Apparently nobody knows for sure whether they’ve got a regular cold virus or this new thing until they’re sick.”
“Sounds horrible. What do you make of it, Sam?” I asked.
“Well, we’ve seen several strange and powerful viruses over the past few years. First there was SARS. Then MRSA. They came out of nowhere it seems, and it’s hard to get a handle on them. It wouldn’t surprise me if somebody isn’t designing them.”
“You really think so?” I asked. “Doesn’t that sound awfully sinister?”
“Yeah,” chimed in duane, “I’m not sure I’m ready to buy that one.”
“You can’t rule anything out these days,” Sam said. “It’s a win-win situation for a number of people”.
“How do you figure that?” I asked.
“It keeps the medical people busy and rolling in dough from research and such, not to mention all the doctor visits from sick people panicking every time they get a runny nose. What’s more, there’s great opportunity for the pharmaceutical companies to come in with new products to solve the problem created for just such purposes.”
“I don’t know, Sam,” said Duane. “Sounds too much like one of those cheesy movies that used to be on TV on the weekends. You know, some girl scientist saves the world from some new crisis that’ll kill everybody, and they spend an hour and a half of the two hours on her personal love life or something.”
“I agree,” I said.
“Better yet,” continued Duane, “I know there was a TV show on for a while called ‘Designing Women.’ According to your scenario, Sam, they could call this one ‘Designing Viruses.’”
Sam’s expression brightened. He was getting into this. “Of course, you know gentlemen, these days there has to be a sequel. They’d call it ‘Designing Vaccines.’”
“Ha, ha.” Laughed Duane. I just smiled.
“Well, here’s another one for you,” Sam added. “Movie or no movie, have you thought about getting acquainted with the people who are Designing Vitamins? That’s so you can build up your immune system.”
“Very clever, Sam,” said Duane.
“I’m serious. It’s always a good idea to supplement what we eat, since food doesn’t have the nutritional content it used to have in times past for any number of reasons. But I’ll tell you something else that’s practical and easy to do, and it specifically cuts down on the threat from colds. Ever do a nasal wash?”
“Nasal wash? Don’t you wash your nose when you wash your face?” Duane asked.
“No, this isn’t that. It’s actually an easy thing to do. There’s a product called NasoPure, which consists of a plastic bottle you fill with salt water solution, and you squirt this up your nose a couple times a day. You blow the solution right back out.”
“Sounds gross!” said Duane, as his fork clattered to his plate. “Some of us are eating here.”
“Maybe it’s a little unpleasant, but you do it over a bathroom sink or in the shower. It’s like brushing your teeth. You irrigate your nose to keep down the number of infections and problems with allergies. It’s better than getting sick all the time. The bottle’s specially designed to make that easier, and you can buy packets with the salt already measured out, or you can make your own with pickling salt and baking soda. There are other nasal wash products on the market, but I’ve been using NasoPure for several years and like it.”
Duane made a face in disgust.
“If there are killer cold viruses out there, this could literally be a survival issue,” continued Sam. “Dr. Hana Solomon, who created NasoPure, has a web site, too. It’s www.nasopure.com. John, why don’t you mention it on your blog? Consider it a public service. Tell your readers to mention destinysurvival.com when they contact Dr. Solomon.”
“Good idea. I think I’ll do that,” I said before sneezing into another paper napkin.