I am suffering from a COLD.
Og dern it.
Day #1, the day when your throat is at its sorest, your malaise is at its weepiest, your nose isn’t yet particularly stuffed up but you know it will be, and you didn’t get an ounce of the sleep you need last night.
La Grippe, La Grippe,
La Post-Nasal Drip,
With the wheezes,
And the sneezes,
And the sinus that’s really a pip!
I went home from work 45 minutes early to cosset myself. Unfortunately I am here alone with the lazy dog (Gabriela’s Husband having gone off to teach aikido, to Heck with him and his unfaithful irimi-lust) and I don’t know how to cosset myself.
Before you hit me with all the Doctor-heal-thyself fandoodle, let me remind you that I graduated medical school 20 years ago, my patients don’t have colds, and I don’t remember anything about non-fatal disease.
From weird herbals with or without incantations, through your favorite Pharmaco-Industrial Complex nostrums, what do you do when you feel YUCKY to cosset yourself?
Extra points for your best sore throat relievers - I have to go testify in court tomorrow bright and sharp at 9 AM, it’s a ghastly homicide, and it’s going to keep me talking for at least an hour.
Followed by another court date on a different case that should add a half hour to the tally.
Now I’m just feeling self pity.
Spam, spam, spam, spam, SPAM, spam, spam, spam - Right, right, none of that singing!
I have to go walk the dog (she said woefully, sure the world was against her) and I hope, when I come back, to see recommendations for favorite cold remedies.
This is not a request for medical advice. I know all about medical advice, dammit (chiefly: “If you’d washed your hands enough you wouldn’t have caught this virus. Don’t treat it with antibiotics.”) This is a request for advice on COSSETING.
Tia,
Gabriela, who currently feels like three out of the seven dwarves (grumpy, sleepy, and Doc)