It’s been a quiet week. Despite best efforts at hand washing and healthy living plus not touching yucky public things, the G.O. and I succumbed to a common cold lurgy.
Feeling unwell isn’t conducive to looking on the bright side but this week along the lines of WikiHow’s How to Lead a Fulfilling Life Based on Words Ending in “Ty”, I gave it my own best shot with tea and words ending “y”. Positivity.
Following advice recommending lots of rest and fluids, I took a day and a half either side of the weekend off work. I attended only to household necessities, pottered around, rested and drank tea. Efficiency.
Over the course of the week we’ve drunk much and varied tea… lemongrass & dried ginger tea, peppermint tea, black tea, green tea, lemon myrtle tea, jasmine dragon pearls tea… but left to my own devices on Monday and not well enough to venture out I wanted something else… with a kick… so I brewed a concoction from what was to hand. Spicy.
In a teapot: Nancy’s Lemongrass and Ginger tea + dessert spoon of fresh grated ginger (from a jar) + dessert spoon of organic honey + half teaspoon Garam Masala + half teaspoon Tumeric + half teaspoon Cayenne Pepper + slice of lemon. Creativity.
Soothing to the throat and warming of the chest. The G.O. looked sceptical when I told him. But it was tasty.
I put it to dual use as an inflamed ear poultice, soaking a cotton pad with the tea, applying it still warm to my sore ear. The mother of invention is necessity.
We had things to do last weekend. A car show and a visit to our new niece. We didn’t do either. Or anything else. A quick top-up grocery shop as I walked home last Friday lunchtime plus fridge-freezer and pantry contents and little effort has fed us this week. Simplicity.
Not going to the Hot Rod and Custom Auto Expo saved us cash. Frugality.
We didn’t visit my family and new niece then realise we were sick. We rain-checked. Sagacity.
After he finished work on Saturday the G.O. admitted the lurgy had taken hold. We stayed all plans and had an early night. Practicality.
The G.O. and I spent a cosy recuperative Sunday together on the couch catching up on recent TV episodes of the second part of the first series of Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander. Misery loves company.
The G.O. has been dragging himself to work. His system has a higher tolerance for Panadol and the Pseudoephedrine content of cold & flu tablets than mine does. Duty over captivity.
I have a higher tolerance for limiting my existence to within the walls of our apartment. Ingenuity.
But even I have limits to how much time I can spend recuperating at home so I’ve been going to and from the office at odd hours. Logging on and checking emails remotely. Flexibility.
My foggy head managed some reading to pass the time. I posted reviews on Goodreads but unless you’re a Diana Gabaldon fan and are interested in reading the Lord John Grey novellas, I haven’t got anything new and wonderful to recommend. As well, I’ve been haphazardly reading & commenting on blog posts. Literary community.
I felt like my head cold addled mind could barely string two words together but I managed to polish my ‘branching out’ short story to just over 2000 words before checking the submission details. Somehow I’d gotten it into my fuzzy head the required word count was 2000 to 5000 words. Realising the word limit was up to 1500 words, while muttering “show, don’t tell” I killed 500-ish of my darlings for the better I must say. I submitted it to Australian Country Style this morning. Maybe words formulated under the influence of lurgy brain will give it an edge. Tenacity.
I’m getting better, and we haven’t needed to visit the doctor for an antibiotics prescription, or a flu shot. The G.O. is holding his own and the rain has accomplished what gentle nagging did not; he came home from work early today although it wasn’t easy to persuade him to go and have a sleep. Plus he has the weekend off. Happy.