Had I not felt so spacey I
might have attempted a pot of my mother’s chicken soup, or if I had a container
of miso paste I would have just boiled some water, and stirred in a tablespoon
for every cup. What I did have was a load of leftovers from the holiday meal
that pretty much want untouched by us, and wearily consumed by our guests – I
hate the idea of being the vector for an epidemic. These rich, festive scraps along
with the guilt we were contagious did nothing to sooth the aches of the flu.
As I watch Hokan
practically gargle with Nyquil I took the stove to put up my potion for all the
ails.
It is simply copious
quantities of freshly sliced ginger root brought to the boil, and then allowed
to steep. Finished with fresh lemon juice and honey I was sipping this warming
brew every hour I was awake. It will definitely elevated your fever slightly
and make you pee as if have you have no bladder, but boy is it soothing. I
augmented with drops of turmeric tincture to further help my immune system and the pain
that radiated from every joint. I was sick for three miserable days and Hokan,
well he is still fighting.
It was the flu not a
raging bacterial infection that antibiotics could attack. Nature gave me the
remedy and common sense put me to bed.
2 comments:
Love this post! Great writing and great remedies!
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