Nts. 6/5

For the eight months immediately following my resolution to stop drinking and the implementation of that resolution, I couldn’t breathe out of my left nostril.

Sometimes if I put a finger to the right nostril, essentially cutting off air flow of that channel, which I often did out of sheer boredom and frustration and then eventually habit, a slight but steady train of good ol fashioned air would squeak in through the left; the nostril, while not completely gone, was at its death throes.

One day it kind of just started functioning again.

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