How to Age and the Joy of Nasal Flushing

I’m trying to decide how to age. Not on the outside – I have little choice about that and am coming to terms with veiny hands and neck wrinkles like the skin of a T Rex – but on the inside, where it counts. After all that’s the only part I can control. Like when you’re going  to an outdoor thing you can’t avoid, and there’s the likelihood of rain (happens a lot in the UK) so you think, “Well, at least I can splash in wellies and wear my new hat…” That.


Growing older – and this is something everyone does every day of their lives, whatever their age – is a challenge. Yesterday, when viewed from the safer, more considered position of today will seem different from the way it did, and in a few years, even more so; the way I think of it will be coloured by the stuff in-between, like travel or hernias. I watched The Fault in Our Stars with my daughter recently and wondered if growing old is the way Hazel Grace describes falling in love.  A bit like falling asleep; slowly then all at once.  I hope not. I would prefer it to be more like waking up. All at once and then slowly.

Ageing cat, in denial
Ageing cat, in denial

I’ve been ill for a while with colds and asthma which seem to have got worse as I’ve got older. Panting my way through the house, I notice a schoolgirl pacing down our road at speed, probably late for the train. I have a stab of envy. Not for her hair – thick, long – nor her skin – glowing – but for her lungs  Does she even know how lucky she is to have them? Probably not. Not long after the steroids are working and I’m up and on with life, I won’t think much about mine either. We are only grateful in retrospect.

When you’re young you know about the ageing thing but deep down you don’t really think it will happen to you. You study and party and examine the world. You meet someone, have children and bring them up, teach them to be kind and to eat with their mouths closed. They grow up and leave home, and if they can work and cook and keep clean, you are happy. You think – Thank you God, or I didn’t do that bad! There’s a gratitude, an obscure sense of accomplishment. Then, all of a sudden, you notice younger people treating you differently – with respect or contempt or more likely a mixture of both and it hits you. They look at you the way you look at an old house – a certain charm, a solidity. But you wouldn’t trust the roof joists. New ones would be better.


I do not want to become that older person that responds with defensive irritation; by looking down at you because you are young. I do not want to say when you think of new ways of doing things, “That won’t work” or roll my eyes and make for the door. I don’t want to be that patronising older person who says things like, “Been there, done that!” or “I wouldn’t if I were you!” or “You’ll find as you get older…” I want to give advice humbly and with respect, to treat you the way I would a contemporary, the way I want to be treated. There’ll be days when I’m rubbish at this. There’ll be days when you are.

It’s great being young. You have energy and ideas and a body that works. You have time to make a difference. But being older has its gains – you get pleasure from the small. A bad hair day is funny not shameful. Your heart rate still soars (sometimes alarmingly) at sex, but also at sunsets or a path through trees. (Maybe yours does this already? You are the lucky ones.)




My consultant recommended nasal flushing. The pack was huge – a long bottle-like thing with a hole at the top and a tube. I baulked,  “Just read the instructions,” he said, “And try it.” I read them, all 31 pages. In very small print. It’s an American product and very effective for reasons I won’t go into, but I suspected it would be, because of the testimonials. They were my favourite part –  “I want to thank you for improving the health and life of my whole family…My wife suffered from horrible allergies, but now finds that doing a nasal rinse stops the reaction and gives her a break…My daughter, who is 5, can’t wait until she can do a nasal rinse too. She actually asks us every day…I just want to thank you for a wonderful product. It has truly changed my life…” And best of all – “I have been using your product on a regular basis for over two years. The improvement in my ability to breathe is just remarkable. Thank you for providing a great product. You have a loyal customer.”

The truth is, life can be scary, with or without blocked sinuses, whatever age you are. It helps if you believe in others, and are grateful and trust that there is Goodness at the heart of the universe. Testimonials are good too – whether in diaries or to friends or on the back of packets advertising nasal flushing. They make you realise how far you’ve come.

So now that you know about the ageing thing, if you think I could help you, ask me, and I’ll encourage and give advice as humbly as I can. Forgive me if I sometimes raise an eyebrow or look at you archly. It’s a mixture of impatience and regret. I am trying to get it right but I have moments. And I know I need you, for the laughs and the hopeless optimism.  To know again that, at any age, anything is possible.

Perhaps after all, we’ll do it well, the ageing thing – A bit like waking up – all at once and then slowly…

And the improvement in our ability to breathe will be remarkable


So, how’s the ageing thing for you?



14 thoughts on “How to Age and the Joy of Nasal Flushing

  1. Lovely post as ever – thank you. I’m curious about the nasal flushing – did it work?!? Have you tried it yet? I’ve had a similar contraption complete with instructions sat on a shelf for nearly 2 years now. I haven’t used it yet because the instructions are all in German – or so I thought. Having been prompted by your post I wiped off the dust last night and there was writing on the side in 5 languages including English. So no excuse. I’m just a bit scared. How would your testimonial read?

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    1. HI loops. Thanks for commenting 🙂 What a coincidence! Well, let me see. I think my testimonial would go like this : “I haven’t been using your product for long (though I didn’t leave it on the shelf quite as long as loops did), but I’ve already noticed a change in the old sinuses. Most significantly I can actually SMELL things again. I cannot begin to tell you how much better this makes me feel about life as I’ve had years without this sense. So easy and painless too – if only I’d known. I would definitely recommend it to others.” How’s that? Good luck loops! Let me know how you get on…


      1. Well , since the alternative doesn’t appeal , I’m just getting older and older and older . Positively decrepit , in fact .
        I’d just love finally to feel correspondingly Grown Up .


        1. I wouldn’t bother if I were you. I find the child at heart person is much more interesting anyway! Thanks for reading and commenting 🙂


  2. I once thought about an article for a mag listing ways to feel younger like eating your favorite pre-teen sweeties , finger painting, jumping in puddles, wearing your hair in bunches, roll down a hill or singing songs while walking in fields. Perhaps a regain childhood campaign would release some of the tension in our minds.
    Strawberry laces anyone?

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    1. Good idea! I do remember not many years ago pulling on a pair of old dungarees and wearing my hair in bunches. Probably looked ridiculous but felt great! Thank Mad Lamb 🙂

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  3. I don’t feel old, but my wrinkles and natural highlights give a different impression! And I can be as silly as the next person. (It used to mean blessed unless my memory is failing.)
    Isn’t the idea to grow old gracefully? And Psalm 92 is a great encouragement. Sue

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    1. I love that Psalm 🙂 I’ve been pondering what growing old gracefully actually means – is it to embrace growing old and love your wrinkles etc ? And if grace means unmerited favour, perhaps there’s a message in there too? Even to your old age and grey hairs I am He who will sustain you…

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  4. You’ve hit the spot here. I am currently eating a salad of gherkins, olives and tomatoes instead of a bacon sandwich. I think that will tell you all you need to know about how I’m trying to combat the (self-inflicted) effects of getting older. This is a super post.

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    1. Thanks! Hope there is some (tiny?) element of enjoyment in the eating of them. It’s funny – the self inflicted thing – isn’t it? Wonder how much of it really is…


  5. I think the aging thing has rather sneaked up on me! It seems like only five minutes ago I was young, slim and full of energy. Now my eldest child is married, and my youngest is getting ready to take her driving test. How did that happen? These days, my idea of a good time is curling up on the sofa with a large mug of tea. It’s good to know I’m not alone! Thanks for sharing. F. xx

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    1. Me too Fiona – an about- to- be- married son and a daughter applying to uni. I think it maybe always does the sneaking-up thing until we look it in the face perhaps? Then maybe we can stare it out and revert to being as childish and silly as we like 🙂 x


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