Aaaaarr. In the scurvy nave.
AFAIK (and please correct me if my memory is not serving me correctly - I am NOT a religious person) from a list of Saints as Patron & Intercessors I once perused, St. Michael and St. John of God both look out for (among other things) the sick.
If it’s really that bad, there’s always St. Jude, St. Rita of Cascia or St. Gregory of Neocaesarea - who are all in charge of ‘desperate situations’.
Or you could grab a handful of blackcurrants every day and scoff them. That would be my solution, as opposed to praying. But each to his own.
Yay! A new pirate joke!
So, was the “nave” reference a nice pun about the saint/praying/religion thingy, or a delightfully felicitous typo? 
Oh dear, I reckon it was the former, and it makes me appear stupid even to ask. O Well, I beg your forebearance, my brethren/sistren… am trying to get myself back after a weekend with family.
Best wishes re. the Vit. C problem.
Yours, etc
St. Anne of Soho
Re. saints - I was once amused to hear that friends of a friend were to be married in a church of St. Jude (hopeless cases, or some less cruelly phrased variant thereof).
Hmm - you mght try Anthony* - for lost things, I gather, although your vitamin C seems not to be so much “lost” as “just never consumed in the first place”.
*then again, perhaps not - that fella is kept busy with the pleas of atheists who have lost their contact lenses and will try anything.
Failing any of that, oranges, blackcurrants, acerola cherries…
So, was the “nave” reference a nice pun about the saint/praying/religion thingy, or a delightfully felicitous typo?
Oh dear, I reckon it was the former, and it makes me appear stupid even to ask. O Well, I beg your forebearance, my brethren/sistren… am trying to get myself back after a weekend with family.
Best wishes re. the Vit. C problem.
Yours, etc
St. Anne of Soho
Re. saints - I was once amused to hear that friends of a friend were to be married in a church of St. Jude (hopeless cases, or some less cruelly phrased variant thereof).
Hmm - you mght try Anthony* - for lost things, I gather, although your vitamin C seems not to be so much “lost” as “just never consumed in the first place”.
*then again, perhaps not - that fella is kept busy with the pleas of atheists who have lost their contact lenses and will try anything.
Failing any of that, oranges, blackcurrants, acerola cherries…
Wow, Gmork, is there really a St. Rita?
No reason why not, I suppose, but the name just brings up images of (old) hairdressers in tiresome parts of town, and no, not because of the “Educating Rita” thing.
<small hijack>
To whom do I pray about, "I finally and grudgingly bought a new printer cartridge, and can I make the printer work, oh can I heck, o grumble, grumble, grumble…
?