We called it the lurgie, from a hilariously wacky British radio comedy called the “Goon Show”. (link goes to their last show on BBC)
It was a cold, really. Or any kind of upper respiratory viral nastiness that made me sick enough to be up in the wee hours of the morning singing the song of its people.
That and a week of hard physical and mental labour at a job that does not provide sick days because of a provincial fiat removing that particular requirement from employers in the guise of “efficiencies”, I was essentially working sick because I could not afford to take the time off to get better.
Which meant that the weekend of Thanksgiving and my Queen Schweetie’s birthday had me a trainwreck of body and mood.
Nevertheless, I did put out the news of my discomfort on the electrons of social media, and my lovely friends offered many remedies.
I list them below in no particular order or efficacy:
A juice glass of Napoleon Brandy just before bed. Drink it like water. (I liked this one);
Vicks Vaporub® on the soles of my feet and socks over them, again just before retiring. (This brings back memories of the Vicks on my chest and throat and under the nose as a child);
Gargling warm salt water. (this one, too);
A Chinese cough syrup that is sweet enough to double as pancake syrup;
Oil of Oregano. (I can attest that this is a good thing. The taste is bloody awful – think of a distillation into a dropper of every spaghetti dinner with tomato sauce you’ve ever had, into the back of your throat. But it really, really works!);
Honey and fresh ginger tea. Laced with cayenne and diced raw onion. (This is good, too. I like to slice fresh turmeric and ground black pepper into the mix);
Hot bath with a cup of tea with rum. Or cup of rum with tea. (I don’t have a bath tub. Drinking tea and/or rum in the shower doesn’t seem to do it for me);
Natural honey and cinnamon (Always good for what ails you).
The kindness of friends knows no bounds. My thanks to you – you know who you are.
As of this writing I am feeling a bit better. The night cough has lessened and doesn’t sound as if I’m horking a lung out on the pillow.
And the brandy tasted good. I bought a Bowmore single malt for reinforcement.
I believe the Lurgie is leaving the building