What I've Got

[mrissa]

So I went to the doctor today, as I promised my relatives, because I woke up feeling worse instead of better. The good news is that I have no signs of going into pneumonia or anything horrid like that. The bad news is that this is the virus that causes croup in wee ones, and there really isn't a magic pill. The doctor prescribed a cough suppressant (without codeine, thankfully -- you all know the story of my mom and codeine, right?) and told me to gargle with salt water (ew!) and get lots of rest and not do very much. I'm supposed to expect it to stick around for maybe 10 days, though I don't know for how long I'll be contagious (Stella?). He offered to write me a note to get me out of work this week, but I said I didn't need one. Then markgritter said I should have gotten one and taped it to my monitor. Sigh.

I also got part of my Night Shade order, including nihilistic_kid's book. Not that I was in danger of running out of books any time soon. Still. Now I'm in even less danger. Yay books.

Comments

[songwind.livejournal.com]

Get well soon!

BTW, have you published any books I might have read? (or might want to)

[songwind.livejournal.com]

Nevermind, it finally occurs to brain-damaged me to check your homepage in your profile.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Heh. Yeah, the bibliography there is pretty complete: none of my novels have been published yet, and I doubt that you're much interested in textbooks on immigration.

[wilfulcait.livejournal.com]

I agree that it tastes nasty, but I'll tell you that frequent warm salt-water gargles will cure some pretty evil stuff, and other than making one spit in an unladylike fashion have no side effects. I keep a salt shaker in my bathroom against just this sort of thing.

Now, my grandmother would have recommended Black Jack Daniels with as much honey dissolved in it as it would hold, plus a sprig of fresh mint. It'll stop you coughing, and it tastes better than cough syrup.

My great grandmother would have put a plaster on your chest, and would be wondering why we're surprised at being sick when we routinely run around without a "little gauze vest" to keep our chests warm.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Unladylike? MOI? Oh, no no no, this could never be.

When we were in Girl Scouts, we were informed that ladies do not sweat, ladies glow. Some glow like Angel Falls. But still: glow. Therefore all salty spitting must be...ummm...oh, I know, clarification. Ladies neither spit nor hawk. Ladies clarify.

Aren't you glad I was here.

Thank you for mentioning the plaster. My grandmother is very fond of Vick's Vapo-Rub, and for someone who would rather lose any other sense at all than scent, it is quite literally painful. (And no, I'm not using literal as an intensifier here. I mean that it hurts.) Now I'm being grateful not to have to have that. I had not thought to be grateful before.

I knew a guy at college who attempted to dose me with an extremely strong toddy when I was getting over a cold, but I don't think he had the same motivations as your grandmother.