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Since I feel like death warmed over, this seems a perfect day to post this magnet. Household Hints from A Medieval
Home Companion: Beverages for sick people: To make sweet barley water, take some water and boil it. Then for each sextier of water add an ample bowl of barley and some figs and let it boil until the barley bursts. Strain it in two or three cloths. Pour a lot of crystallized sugar in each cup. Afterwards, this barley is good to give to chickens to fatten them up. Note that the good liquorice is the youngest, and when cut it is bright green; the old is colorless, dead, and ry. I am a theatre critic OK...so it's a new "career", but if you're interested in reading my reviews, go here
WHAT I'M READING... I was able to get into this book while waiting at the doctor's office yesterday. Fascinating book!! Fascinating country!! WHAT I WATCHED... 20/20
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PLAGUE UPDATE 10 March 2001 T The cough which seemed to have settled into my lungs for a nice long stay is now slowly working its way back up to my throat again. So I’m still having coughing spasms, but I no longer can sing "Asleep in the Deep" and hit all the low notes. The skin has stopped hurting and I don’t feel like I need to crawl into a cocoon this evening, which is a great step forward. The taste buds, however, may be permanently desensitized. The weirdest thing that happened today was that about mid-morning, I became aware that the center of my upper lip was swollen. I haven’t a clue why. But over the next few hours, the swelling got bigger and bigger and at its peak involved both upper and lower lip. I looked like I’d been in a boxing match. It was at this point that I heard from the entertainment editor of the newspaper reminding me that he needed the publicity pictures from Riverdance today and could someone drive them down to him right away. So looking like this...
...bed hair and all, I drove down to the office. My eyes were at half staff, my nose was red and snuffly, and both lips were swollen to twice their normal size. Small children clung to their mothers and dogs ran into the streets in panic. I slunk home as quickly as possible to write the review I thought I didn’t need to turn in until Monday. Kinda not fair. The city has suddenly exploded with color. Trees are blossoming everywhere, flowers are popping up in carpets of eye-blinding color and all I wanted to do was crawl back to some comfy place with a bottle of water and a box of tissues. By mid afternoon I began to think that maybe cold medications weren’t such a bad idea. I would have made a good Christian Scientist. It takes a lot to get me to take pills. I figure that a cold or a headache or a fever is your body’s way of telling you to take care of yourself. (Remember I slept 9 hours last night!) But the novelty of being sick was beginning to wear off and I wondered if just maybe we might have some cold medicine in the cupboard. I dusted off the shelf and began to pull out bottles long untouched by human hands. I found some cold capsules and checked the expiration date. I decided that 1992 might just be a tad too old for me to risk it. But I did manage to find some pseudoephedrine that expired only a year ago and I thought that might not kill me. Actually, within half an hour I was amazingly starting to feel better. Hey! I could get into this self-medicating jazz! Of course that was 3 hours ago and it’s starting to wear off and the package says not to take it more often than every 6 hours so now that I’ve become a pill taker, I’m already impatient to take the next dose. It’s a good thing I only get sick every couple of years or so. ~~
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he plague is
getting a little better. I’m still using great
quantities of tissues with open boxes on every flat
surface throughout the house so I’m never more than
an arm’s reach away from a tissue. 