Anatomy of a Whiner
Thanks to everyone who has posted home remedies, words of comfort, and fantastic excerpts from literature to aid in my recovery…it’s all working! I’m not running a marathon yet–maybe tomorrow, not today–but I’m at least back in the world of those who sit upright, eat garbanzo beans, and watch the Oscars.Since last we spoke, I have enjoyed wonderful 14-hour sleeps with oregano-oiled feet in socks, followed by Tiger Balmed feet in granddaddy’s black socks, long sleeps punctuated by garlic tea (it is delicious!), neti pots (which are AMAZING–I will never travel without one again!), chicken-less noodle soup, hot and sour soup for that spicy kick, lots of liquids and vitamins C and D, my handy Migrastick, onions on my chest, lavender+teatree+olive oil on my shoulders, lots of miso soup, carrot juice with extra ginger from the juice bar at Greenlife, ginger tea with cayenne, apple cider gargles…and one of my new favorite things in the world, a Neti Stik. Ah. Peace, that.
And your literary offerings have made me think and laugh and more as I lay ensconced in The Sick Room Where Whining Echoes and Patti is Tremendously Grumpy and People Dare Not Enter. Thanks so much for the food for the soul in my exile.
I’ll be ready for that marathon any day now. I just know it. Yep. Right after I take a wee little nap.
And, hey, just because I don’t have a thought in my head doesn’t mean other people don’t. Cases in point:
Redemption Shoes fairly well knocked me over with this post.
Dave Pollard tells us the story of Lucky, a dog living the only life he knows, a tale with significance for all of us.
Mr Brilliant makes me ponder, as always, and this time about seeing things differently.
Thanks for your help in healing me.