Being sick is hell
Jun. 15th, 2007 05:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Between my constant coughing and the pain of my raw, sore throat, I couldn't sleep hardly at all last night. Despite having taken Nyquil, cough suppressants, and even blasting my throat with that foul sore throat spray. Having a cold is such misery.
I have to remind myself that 'this too shall pass' and it's only a temporary condition. With each day worse than the preceding one, I have to wonder when I'll hit bottom and can start to get better.
I have to remind myself that 'this too shall pass' and it's only a temporary condition. With each day worse than the preceding one, I have to wonder when I'll hit bottom and can start to get better.
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Date: 2007-06-15 11:39 am (UTC)Did you try something hot to soothe your throat? It doesn't always work, but sometimes it works a lot better than cold. Just get it as hot as you can take it, like you were going to make tea, but instead of tea, maybe just stir in a little honey (which should help the cough a bit, too) and drink it that way.
Are you running a fever?
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Date: 2007-06-15 11:04 pm (UTC)Colds are just vile - especially the ones that drag on and on. I offer my favourite old-fashioned remedy in the fairly certain assumption that you're too sensible to use it:
Squeeze a fistful of lemons into a large mug. Add as much whisky as you can drink without getting a hangover. Top up with boiling water (depending on your alcohol tolerance, there may not be much topping up involved). Add sugar or honey to taste. Drink. Get into a bed with every blanket you own piled onto it. Sweat. Pass out.
It usually makes me feel better, anyway...
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Date: 2007-06-15 11:04 pm (UTC)In the meantime, to cheer you up, have a snippet of Wash and Zoe's wedding day. This is from a really old WIP which will probably never go anywhere, but I still kind of like and, so if it can cheer you up a bit it will have served a useful purpose. Unbetaed and therefore very unpolished, but a bit of schmoopy fun for your sickbed.
Children! Crawling all over the gorramed ship!’ Mal looks about as cheerful as if a horde of rabid geese had descended on them… which, going by the colourful medley of food smeared all over the cargo bay, they might as well have done.
‘Aww, Cap’n, it’s sweet!’ Kaylee chides him. ‘All of ‘em was so excited to see where Wash ‘n Zoe was going to live.’
‘They coulda seen it!' Mal objects. 'Coulda sat right outside and looked at it all day. Don’t see no need for all this traipsing in and out with beds and sweets and children!’
Wash clears his throat, faintly abashed. ‘Well, we’re already upsetting them enough by skipping off before they get all the visiting done, we had to at least let them give us the bed. My mother’s a bit of a traditionalist.’
Jayne brightens considerably. ‘A traditionalist? That mean we git to come in an’ out your bunk the next three days?’ A misty look comes over his face, which Wash is pretty certain has nothing to do with a love of traditional wedding etiquette and everything to do with Jayne’s continuing quest to see down his new bride’s top.
Wash draws himself up into a warrior-like stance, ‘I’m not a traditionalist, Jayne’. He hopes his draping robe doesn’t diminish the manliness of the pose. Then feeling Zoe draw herself up behind him, he reflects that it doesn’t much matter whether he looks martial. He’ll never have to look martial again, not now he has his beautiful bride, his Zoe whose power and grace will always-
‘I don’t know, honey, I’m getting mighty attached to these traditions of yours. Jayne’s welcome to come in our bunk on our honeymoon –‘
‘Y’think it’s healthy to go that shade ‘a purple, Inara?’ Kaylee remarks, regarding Wash in the speculative manner she normally reserves for the ship’s engine.
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