Rinsing every 4 hours, i.e. elaborate rinsing with a variety of sophisticated gadgets. It's a tad complicated and as for my taste buds, meh. I hope I don't have to do this for ever. When R comes back from his conference trip tonight, he'll think I set up a dentist's surgery.
After every rinsing episode I listen to this song. I would have a smoke but I gave up cigarettes approx. 35 years ago. Would mask that chlorine taste. And I could lean against my door frame, tap the floor in my cowboy boots and look cool and in control. (That's 15 o's in one sentence.)