My cough – which is still hanging on despite my best efforts – has reached an non-productive stage. In medical terms, it means that I’m not bringing anything up – but it kinda sounds lazy to me.
“Get to work, you cough! Quit your lolly-gagging!”
Granted, it’s been busy this week and could use a break – but why not just be done instead of coming into work and then just sitting there?
“Take a vacation, cough, you’ve earned it,”
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Jim suggested that I take some vitamin C and some echinacea. The vitamin C was easy – we had that in pill form – but didn’t have any echinacea. But, he had some growing in his garden – it’s also know as the coneflower. I asked if I could just eat a blossom and he looked at me oddly. We debated this for a bit and it boiled down to:
1. I figured fresher was better
2. Jim feared that I would get started and would eat my way through his garden like a goat. Also, he decided that the flower was the size of a muffin. Which didn’t seem like a problem to me.
In the end, he agreed to let me eat a few leaves and a few petals.
They kinda tasted like grass and I don’t know that I felt any different. He also pointed out that when his dogs eat grass, they throw up. I didn’t, but maybe I didn’t eat enough. I mean, not enough to feel any difference. The goal was NOT to throw up.
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This evening, I’m rocking the cough drops and noticed the wrapper has the word Suppressant on it. Which is not unusual since that’s its… you know… job.
Except that the wrapper was wrinkled and I instead saw, Suppressa.
Which sounds like a Disney villain. Or a dominatrix.
“You’ve been a very naughty cough. Mistress Suppressa needs to put you in you place,”
[insert the crack of a whip]
And what this is REALLY telling me – and I hope that you agree – is that I very clearly need to get more rest.