I was almost coming down with a cold last night, and I say almost because it lingered about the periphery of my health a while and retreated into viral depths of nauseating sufferings..only because I had the presence of mind to immediately drink warm lemon water that very moment.
Now, I don't know if that was the exact reason or because it just didn't mean to infect me, considering I always drink lemon water each morning and by that rule alone I should've been immune, but I do thank my stars or lemons in this case for saving me from cold, at least I'd like to think so.
Incoming cold sends various signals to a body, a way of herald to inform the immune system of its savage onslaught, and in my case it inevitably begins with a violent itching of the right eye.
Weird isn't it?
But that's how it is.
When my right eye begins to itch in a way that someone is sitting behind my cornea tickling it with a sandpaper sending me in to a convulsive frenzy of uncontrollable scratching, I just know it to be incoming cold–that's when my eyes begin to water and the tickling sensation travels down to my nose from my eyes and I start feeling like I'm coming down with something.
I squeezed a fat lemon, juicing it until its gut spilled out and dowsed it with warm water, and what I drank, sour as it was just remedied the situation almost overnight.
Will this cold come back? I don't know, but I'm sitting in a lime shrine, praying it does not.
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