I didn’t post yesterday because I was curled up in a fetal position on the couch for most of the morning, hugging my box of Kleenex and the TV remote.
I hate colds.
I have a fairly strong constitution and it has been a couple of years since my last cold but I think as I get older,
I get whinier they get harder to shake. And, of course, I despise taking medicine unlike my husband who empties the medicine cabinet at the first hint of anything being awry.
He’s a lot like my mother that way. She sneezes once and it’s MAN THE TORPEDOES!
They didn’t dispense a lot of medicine at boarding school (they were more of the “Buck up, li’l camper” philosophy) and you had to have hepatitis or pneumonia before being excused from class and, honestly, you didn’t want to be sick in bed with our dorm mother as your nurse maid. Aunt Peggy (we called them all “aunt” and “uncle”) believed that raw garlic and gallons of water could cure any illness, and if you were sick and under her care for the day, it was guaranteed that you were going to be chomping through a whole head before the sun set.
Oh, it was awful.
Worse than whatever ailed you.
These days, I’m grateful for Sudafed and Judge Judy to keep me company while I’m sick, though if I’m not feeling better in a couple of days, the garlic might start sounding appealing.
Maybe this time in pill form, please.
Have a nice day.