My mother would mix up honey with lemon juice and add just a tiny splash of whiskey. She'd stir it all up really well and then serve it in a little after dinner cup. It was always so bitter-sweet that my brother and I would just sip little bits until the coughing would stop and we'd go to sleep. I made the same for my kids when they were little, but never seemed to have just the right whiskey.
Never would I have believed it would take me over two weeks to start to feel semi-normal after suffering this virus. I tried going to work several different times, only to find myself suffering from an exhaustion that I am just not used to experiencing and having to go home to lie down. It's been a long time since I've had an illness that lasted this long.
The really bad thing for my canine guest has been an almost total lack of much needed exercise. I've managed to give her three very short walks each day and started using the retractable leash so she could get more exercise while I conserved my energy, but for a dog of her type it just wasn't quite enough and she was beginning to get stir crazy.
Yesterday we started out with the best of intentions, but didn't get very far. However, this afternoon we finally made it on a two mile walk. It's a beautiful day, too, so that was nice. I put the shorter leash on since we had to navigate a very busy intersection, and I really had to work to get the dog to remember the rules of staying next to me and not trying to lunge ahead. She's a mix between a Labrador retriever and a Pointer and is quite strong, so I really need to rely on her following directions. By the end of the walk she had burned up lots of energy and calmed down a good bit and I have hope we are both back on the right track.
Pleased to hear that you are recovering, having the dog at least gives you the incentive to exercise. When I was in my late 50s I suffered from M.E., which I considered stood for "Malingerers Every one" because there was apparently nothing wrong with me. It had started with a strange little cold, but the quack said it was a virus, but they had little idea how to treat it.
Man is not lost, only temporarily uncertain of his position
France is in the middle of a huge flu epidemic. They show the map on TV every day and something like 98% of the country is bright red with maybe about two tiny zone that are "only" yellow. (It kind of makes me think of how the news programmes would have looked at the beginning of Stephen King's The Stand.). Oddly enough, I haven't encountered a single person with the flu but perhaps most of them are too sick to venture outdoors.
I just read another old Agatha Christie book, and the whole reason that 3 or 4 people were killed was because somebody had German measles 30 years ago!
Do you mean 30 years before the setting of the book, because measles were almost eradicated in the 60s/70s. Not before I could catch them, though.
Plus, Agatha Christie died in 1976.
A huge discussion amongst my friends has been the explosion of flu/allergy/cold symptoms in almost everyone. The very early spring has everything bursting into flower and and spreding pollen, plus the mould spore count is very high given the warmth. I'm suffering, and popping antihistamines and decongestants alternately.
I awoke in the middle of the night sneezing and with a runny, runny nose which had be up most of the night/early a.m. honking away. Still sniffling this a.m. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.... I would blame it on the heavy pollen count but, I've never had an allergic reaction to it ever before. MADDENING!!!
My chest seems to have improved today. I have been wheezing non-stop for the whole of last week. Feeling very lethargic I have wasted hours in bed not even interested in TV. I have no idea what germ I caught but am glad with the help of some anti-biotics I seem over the worst. It's always fearful that the body won't heal in time for a trip overseas but I can only be grateful I did not take it with me as this last week would have been a complete waste of holiday time.
Oh, just a little scmooze around the South of France, followed by some poking around down narrow alleys, then sitting on a Paris cafe` terrace taking in the passing parade. Maybe some excursions further afield too....
I feel great relief that I saw my doctor today. He injected cortisone into both my knees. You know this can be very painful but not with my doctor....he is totally brilliant and all I felt was the initial small prick. Even though the needle was right inside mt knee cap I felt nothing as he had gently released a anesthetic first. But when it came to the nurse giving me 3mls of VitB in my rumpsteak, I had to shout "fuck, fuck , f u c k! Bloody painful and stung like hell.
I started feeling shitty on the evening of a party the Friday after Election Night (I was invited by a candidate I know; yes, he was elected in our riding). So I didn't go. It got progressively worse and I was running a fever. I do feel much better, but I'm still a bit sniffly and feel very weak (rare) and as if someone had punched me in the chest.
Well, I'm getting really worried. I had my flu shot in mid-October, and didn't experience the low-grade version of the flu that normally happens to me. In fact, my arm didn't even hurt after the injection. So now I'm wondering about two things: either this year's shot was bogus, or I have become immune to the French flu. Obviously hoping for the latter...