It all started with a cough, nothing major or dramatic... another manic Monday at work, a slight scratching in the throat, maybe a couple of sneezes and an infant-stage cough. The best option seemed some good ol rest and some sleep- ditch work and off home.
A shot of a pill- a strong one at that- was enough to knock me out for the next two days. Then the drama unfolded; fever, a full-bloomed cough, a brass band in my throat, loosies, the whole musical! Tuesday and Wednesday was a real performance with sound effects, dim lights and err some make up.
Thursday morning seemed promising... with even the hope of getting back to work. But by noon, all hope was lost as the symptoms persisted and battled within me for top spot.
Friday, I did not thank God for it as I usually do. The itching began, the cold still bad. Annoying annoying annoying. Even the stone oven baked 'regina' did not help. Yes with extra pepperoni. No still didnt help.
Did I mention the lack of appetite? Oh well now I did. So no number of 'reginas' 'margarithas' or 'al funghis' would do the trick. The mood was set, thick, spleenfilled, slimy and strong.
Ugggh!
Saturday. Uggghh!!
Sunday, the house was resonating with good cheer, music, dancing,friends and beer-it was a party! The cold warriors still held their ground on this new battlefield. good cheer is contagious and was getting to me. my lymph nodules scratched harder, my lungs tried their best to make me feel uneasy, but good cheer fought even harder. music entered my being and cast its spell. the spleen still didnt let go.
Then like some magic formula, someone gave me an old pepsi bottle filled with a yellowy-brown thick concoction-didnt look too appealing. After the number of potions and precautions I had stuffed down my pipe,I would try anything. So I did it. I sipped.
And?
'woh oh oh ohohoh ohoh oh ohohoh' (as in Beyonce's single ladies)
Thats what my throat felt like... the strong pungent honey touched sweet liquid watered my throat as it soothed it and I felt more alive than ever... ok maybe more alive than in the last 5 days.
GINGER juice SAVED ME!
Since that day and forever more- ok its been 3 days but whatever, ginger juice is my poison and companion-I have bottle of it right now if you want. I even took a bottle of the brew to the pub last night. Aha!
sore throat, mucous, go away, ginger juice is her to stay!
Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
GINGER!!!! woot woot!
Ok i need to get a day job.
Anyway you should try it is all I have to say.
'If you like it then you better put a straw in it'
'woh ohoh ohohohohohohohoh oh' (Beyonce's song man!)
Beyonce love it too!!!
The ginger kitty, gingerbread man and ginger kids don't really belong here, but we are not racist are we? Go Ginger!
*All pictures courtesy CYBERSPACE. bite me.
A shot of a pill- a strong one at that- was enough to knock me out for the next two days. Then the drama unfolded; fever, a full-bloomed cough, a brass band in my throat, loosies, the whole musical! Tuesday and Wednesday was a real performance with sound effects, dim lights and err some make up.
Thursday morning seemed promising... with even the hope of getting back to work. But by noon, all hope was lost as the symptoms persisted and battled within me for top spot.
Friday, I did not thank God for it as I usually do. The itching began, the cold still bad. Annoying annoying annoying. Even the stone oven baked 'regina' did not help. Yes with extra pepperoni. No still didnt help.
Did I mention the lack of appetite? Oh well now I did. So no number of 'reginas' 'margarithas' or 'al funghis' would do the trick. The mood was set, thick, spleenfilled, slimy and strong.
Ugggh!
Saturday. Uggghh!!
Sunday, the house was resonating with good cheer, music, dancing,friends and beer-it was a party! The cold warriors still held their ground on this new battlefield. good cheer is contagious and was getting to me. my lymph nodules scratched harder, my lungs tried their best to make me feel uneasy, but good cheer fought even harder. music entered my being and cast its spell. the spleen still didnt let go.
Then like some magic formula, someone gave me an old pepsi bottle filled with a yellowy-brown thick concoction-didnt look too appealing. After the number of potions and precautions I had stuffed down my pipe,I would try anything. So I did it. I sipped.
And?
'woh oh oh ohohoh ohoh oh ohohoh' (as in Beyonce's single ladies)
Thats what my throat felt like... the strong pungent honey touched sweet liquid watered my throat as it soothed it and I felt more alive than ever... ok maybe more alive than in the last 5 days.
GINGER juice SAVED ME!
Since that day and forever more- ok its been 3 days but whatever, ginger juice is my poison and companion-I have bottle of it right now if you want. I even took a bottle of the brew to the pub last night. Aha!
sore throat, mucous, go away, ginger juice is her to stay!
Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
GINGER!!!! woot woot!
Ok i need to get a day job.
Anyway you should try it is all I have to say.
'If you like it then you better put a straw in it'
'woh ohoh ohohohohohohohoh oh' (Beyonce's song man!)
Beyonce love it too!!!
The ginger kitty, gingerbread man and ginger kids don't really belong here, but we are not racist are we? Go Ginger!
*All pictures courtesy CYBERSPACE. bite me.
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