Or maybe it just feels that way. I've had bad cold symptoms since the weekend, which seemed to be a former cold returning. Maybe it's a new one, quick on the heels of the previous minor affliction.
I was taking cold medicine, getting lots of tea and broth (and some coffee because, look, I'm not giving it up), sleeping plenty, eating balanced meals and Tuesday, I felt good enough to go into work. Through it all, I could not stop coughing for long.
After managing an hour with a prospective contractor for a tricky and highly specialized task, I had to go find desk work for a spell. Finally broke to get some genuine cough syrup, but since I was still on a 12-hour slow-release nostrum, it had to wait and meanwhile, I was coughing worse than ever.
Yesterday still feels like it was a week long. This morning, I started to cough and discovered I had coughed myself sore, the muscles of my back and diaphragm aching in unpleasant and unfamiliar ways. I have got about enough energy to cuddle a kitten, if the little cat was very sleepy. Our two adult tomcats are too much for me -- or they would be, if they weren't well-behaved and more obedient than cats usually are.*
So I went back to bed this morning. I'm up for a little while now -- more cough syrup, a refill on tea, who knows, maybe even more acetaminophen if it's time -- and then back to bed.
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* In the morning and evening, the cats must be separated when fed, since they're on different diets. Mr. Holden is reluctant to comply unless we flatter him: "Gentlemen! Sort yourselves out -- Holden, stay; Huck, come along," and Holden charges through the doorway along with Huck, "You know the rule! Tigers in the front of the house, floof lions to the back!" He preens at bit at being called a "floof lion," and trots off to the back of the house. With the hallway door shut, he stands up to the door and dances back and forth, anticipating food. If they made fancy lions, far more fluffy and deluxe than the standard issue, he would certainly be one.
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1 year ago

2 comments:
Since you mentioned tea, I'll pass on a bit I learned from a Cree trapper in northern Ontario. They didn't have drug stores at every portage, so had to make do: When you first feel something coming on, drink hot tea laced with as much ground ginger as you can stand.
Sore throats: lemon juice and honey.
Yeah, a knothole in hardwood! Leaves you pretty rough.
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