A Tot and Tea

So yes, I added a hot toddy into my daily routine, for the time being.  Just before bedtime, I boil the kettle, figure out what type of herbal tea I feel like dressing up with a shot of bourbon, lemon and honey, and then settle down with my lovely little nighttime cocktail.  My daughter suggested this, what a smart child I raised.  I think she suggested it as a temporary measure to battle the head cold, but I am considering adding it permanently.  It’s a rather nice way to end the day.  Sure beats taking a sleeping pill.

Living on my own I realize that I have become rather lazy in certain aspects. Meals fall in this area.  When Kevin was alive every meal was planned out, both while he was healthy and especially after he became ill.  Meal planning became even more important when he was diagnosed with cancer.  He had to keep his protein intake up and, when he was in chemotherapy, he really didn’t feel like eating.  His deal with me was that when he ate, and what he ate, I would have to eat too.  The thing was, some of the stuff, especially the asparagus soup episode, I really didn’t like.  A deal is a deal though.  I suffered through it as did he.  It made for a lot of meal preparation, planning, eating and clean-up.  Now that he’s gone I find that I just don’t feel like cooking, or planning or preparing for my meals.  I still have an appetite; just have gotten a little lazy.  Enter the cruise – wow, food galore, all hours of the day, all made by somebody else – perfect!

But now I am back to reality – five pounds heavier, and with a renewed appetite.  What a shock when I opened the refrigerator and saw how empty it was.  More of a shock when I saw that what was on the shelves was pretty much all bottles and jars long past their expiration dates.  Time to get interested in things again.  Time to pick up and put some effort into meal planning, prepping and cooking.  My intentions are good, but then this is a good day.  They come and they go.  I’m still riding the roller coaster.



Invisible Attack

I left for my vacation healthy as can be.  The week leading up to my flight I was supplementing with Vitamin C and taking Reishi drops in water.  All designed to protect the immune system and send me off on my trip in tip top form.  When I had packed for the trip I made the conscious decision not to take along all my supplements with me. I packed my usual ‘pill’ form supplements, but I didn’t pack any liquid ones.  I rationalized that I was in good shape, so likely could fend off anything that came my way.  I didn’t take the liquid Reishi — mistake.

When I boarded the plane on Tuesday I sat beside a man who was suffering, as he said, “from a dry throat.  Don’t worry, it’s just that I’m dry.”  He coughed for the entire three and a half hour flight.  Behind me there was a guy who had a persistent cough, but it sounded more like a smoker’s hack, and across from me one seat up, was a man who was busy blowing his nose, sneezing and generally looking feverish.  By a half hour into the flight I was completely neurotic – no doubt in my mind, nothing could stand up to these germs.  I started breathing through my tee-shirt, pulling it up over my nose to filter the air.  This position, however, is not sustainable for any length of time.

We landed in Miami and headed to our hotel.  I pumped some water, and mentally kicked myself for not bringing my Reishi drops – they work, at least for me they do.  I still felt okay, but knew that I had been subjected to a germ attack on the plane; I really needed to bolster my defenses.  The next morning I felt okay, but kept pumping lemon water to get my Vitamin C intake up.  A day later we boarded the ship – still doing okay, not sick yet.  One of the first activities once aboard is the muster drill – mandatory attendance – what to do in the event of an emergency.  Our station was in the library.  What luck, we got to sit with a woman who was in full blown head cold mode.  She hacked and sneezed and wheezed and blew.  She was considerate though, she didn’t sit with her friends, she didn’t want to make them sick, she sat with me and my sister.

It was inevitable by this stage.  I could almost hear my body groan with defeat.  The next morning I woke up with a very sore throat, stuffy nose and a bad attitude.  The exposure was just too much, and I didn’t have my Reishi!  I spent the next three days blowing my nose, snitching packets of honey and making lemon and honey hot drinks.

So it could have been the germs (highly likely), it could have been the fact that I finally relaxed (been stressed out for many, many months), it could have been that I did not get the flu shot this year,  it likely was a combination of the three.  All I know is that from the time Kevin got ill, until the day before I boarded the plane, I have been diligent in taking my supplements.  During that time I did not have a head cold or the flu, nothing.  Of course, while Kevin was alive I didn’t have the option, his immune system was completely compromised; germs were the enemy.   We took lots of supplements then.  I could never match his pill intake, it was enormous: painkillers, antacids, vitamins, blood thinners – it was crazy.  The vitamins and supplements that he took I took, and I never was sick during the whole eight months he was battling cancer.   During his illness I disinfected the house, the car, anything he came into contact with, constantly.  I screened visitors and some I turned away.  Those that entered, well, I still have at least a year’s worth of hand sanitizer in my cupboard.  It worked, for what it’s worth; neither he nor I came down with a cold or the flu.

Here I am back from the cruise, still coughing and sneezing.  I’ve started back on my Reishi and back on my alkaline drink in the morning.  My new twist is the hot toddy.  Ummm – it’s the only good thing about having a cold.