It was brought to my attention yesterday that I omitted a few viral components of the Irish approach to cold & flu management in my blog. Which is fair.
I really wanted that hot whiskey. And I got it, even if I ended up spilling half of it over myself (I sneezed. It was painful. I'm ok though).
Anyway, back to the other remedies for cold & flu.
This, along with some Lemsip (not pictured cos it's all the way in the kitchen & Al is refusing to get it just for a picture...) is the essential kit for curing cold & flu, imo.
Now look, there are loads of natural remedies and other medecines... but these are the ones, with the hot whiskeys, that I turn to, when in mid-cold.
Without the Vick's, I'd be struggling with breathing. Seriously, bowl of hot, almost-bur-not-quite boiling watwater, lump of Vicks in it, towel covering your head & the bowl... this will cure any blocked nose. And sure, the night time ritual of getting Vick's rubbed into your chest & back helps loosen up the chest.
Orange juice & water are for fluids. Tissue should be obvious. As should Benylin.
I'm also teaching a class in 2 hrs.. I'm almost certain no one will catch this thing over zoom, but sure, we'll find out, won't we?
Normal service will resume soon...
Bríd libh
Órlagh
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