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| Best flu remedy ever - chicken soup! |
The old home remedies really do work folks. In addition to my incapacity with my injured leg, I had a bad cold. This one was the flu. So much for my flu vaccine. Last year was the only year that I didn't catch the flu. Each year I get the flu vaccine and each year (except for last year) I get the flu.
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| The ONLY soda for flu upset stomach - Schweeps doesn't work |
Well, the fever broke last night. I'm losing track of time here but yesterday (or was it the day before yesterday?) I was in bed all day and all night sleeping off and on. I was exhausted and feeling terrible. Not just because of my leg but because of . . . . yes . . . you guess it although I was in self-denial . . . I had the flu.
I can always tell the signs of the flu. For one thing I ache all over, I don't have an appetite, I feel like I have to constantly urinate and I have "that cough." You know the kind, that hurts and brings up the yellow-green mucus. I apologize if I'm grossing anyone out.
The overall feeling is of one you just want to lie down and die.
Time for Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup and Canada Dry Ginger Ale. Sure salt ladened soup and sugar ladened soda but hey, that's what works for me when I have a bad cold or flu (I have a hard time distinguishing the difference between the two). I knew I was really sick when I didn't have the taste for my usual late night Key Lime pie with strawberries for dessert.
Instead of sleeping all day yesterday I laid in bed with my injured leg horizontal and binged watched five "Judge Judy" episodes I had on my DVR recordings. I had lunch of chicken soup and my hummus wrap (which, again I didn't have an appetite for, thus how I knew I was sick), then took my usual afternoon nap in my sunny, solar warmed bedroom. I have the best bedroom for convalescing bar none.
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| Convalescing with Judge Judy and Bert |
Waking up, at four PM, I struggled out of bed (that's all I do with this injured leg is struggle and envy people who can walk around on two legs). and spent some time with Bill. I prepared a light dinner (chicken soup again) and then back to bed. More "Judge Judy" then "Millionaire Matchmaker" with Patti Stanger (don't be judging . . . . . I LOVE that show).
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| Patti Stanger - my guilty pleasure |
Eleven o'clock rolls around and I'm off to Dreamland again but not before taking a swig of Niquil.
I wake up at 2 AM and I am soaked. My flannel sheets are soaked, my T-shirt is soaked and my tight-whities are soaked. And . . . . could it be? I actually felt human again. Still sick mind you, sick had a bum leg that I'm struggling with but I actually felt like I had a reason to live.
I went back to bed but this morning I had to wash everything. Sheets and myself. With this bum leg I only take a shower every three days (don't judge) because it is such a struggle. Thank goodness I can take my leg brace off and wash my blue and purple leg, unlike when I had a hip to ankle leg cast in 1962 on my right leg that I couldn't take off for six weeks and my leg stunk to high Heaven when the doctor broke of my leg cast.
I knew I had made progress with my flu when I coughed up some big pieces of greenish yellow phlegm this morning. Imagine that stuff in your lungs. No wonder people die from the flu.
I'm still weak and need plenty of bed rest. I sent Bill to the store this morning for some food. This is the first time he's ever done that and he was nervous. Only four things; 73% hamburger, frozen Famous Fries, one red onion and a dozen eggs. He had to take an old bag of Famous Fries. What takes me ten minutes took him over an hour to get but he was successful. He said"They have that stuff spread all out over the store!" And he said he had the hardest time finding a red onion. I said "Did you look in the vegetable section?" He doesn't know a vegetable section. Folks, I'm not kidding you, Bill is helpless and clueless on the household side of things here. He's great at handyman activities but cooking, shopping, paying the bills, and running a household? You're looking at it right here . . . . moi!~. Do you know the fifty some years we've been together Bill has only cooked one meal for me? And it was a disaster. But then I wouldn't know how to put up a backsplash either so I guess the household chores all even out.
Well folks, I have to get now. I've told you how uncomfortable it is to sit at my computer with my left leg extended whilst I type my ruminations.