A fistful of peppercorns, cloves and ginger..why? Because I was silly enough to bring upon myself the curse of changing season, against my better judgement.
It all started yesterday afternoon when I poured myself a big frozen beer mug of ice chilled water, so cold that Siberia felt like a tropical joke.
It was a mug of ice topped with cold water, and so much did it resemble an iceberg that I was a destined titanic.
A small voice inside me kept telling me to stop this folly; that weather was changing, it's suddenly chilly, there's no need for fans even, and drinking this cold concoction would do me no good.
My brains kept steering me towards my usual kettle of hot water, but did I listen? Of course not, and in soothing small sips, I downed that ocean of ice water, thus effectively freezing that small voice within me.
Five seconds after that water percolated down my throat, my insides were a colder version of 'Frozen' and I didn't even need an animated princess to do this to myself.
I felt my ribs, lungs and heart freeze momentarily and it was fine after that, or so I thought.
A few hours after this careless enterprise, my throat felt like it was undergoing some ectoplasmic activity. There were a hundred ghosts of odd sensation. A momentary feeling every few seconds that something just didn't feel right in my throat.
It didn't feel normal.
I knew it right then that my karma didn't take too long to give me a swift kick in the pants or throat, rather.
I didn't remember the last time I had flu or viral or bacterial infection. My immune system is pretty sturdy and doesn't usually let me down, but I do know that another person in the house was I infected with the same bug and was pretty sick, and that I was a nurse for that week.
Perhaps it affected me in some way and was now on the lookout for some silly mistake on my part to invade me completely?
Needless to say, I was in a feverish grip of, well, fever, and my night was spent in odd dreams of trying to find t-shirts.
Morning found me in a heap of ache, every muscle hurt, every joint in my body let its existence known rather harshly, and my throat ached, in fact it felt like it had grown its own set of serrated teeth.
Copious amounts of simmering hot water, followed by saltier than Andaman sea salt gargles helped in ebbing the pain.
Fever isn't all that high, and perhaps that's an indication of my dearest white blood cells giving this infection one hell of a fight.
I'm no wolverine, but I hope to recuperate sooner than flu lets you.
Of course if it doesn't get better, I'll have to take the aid of a few medicines. Sigh.
One small step to foolishness, a giant leap for madness.
Don't drink cold water, no matter how much you think you want it, in this season.
Gah, I should've listened to my brains..but then, when do we ever listen to our brains?
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