I have mentioned before “*The Cure” we use when we feel that we are coming down with a cold or worse. Taken just as soon as you feel that tell-tale tickle in the back of your throat, take The Cure.
There is another cure, too, just in case the first one didn’t ward off your cold. The Second Cure is not for the faint of heart: choose a tea of your choice (green is always good), and steep in hot water. To this, add honey, lemon juice and a generous slug of whatever hooch you have; whiskey, rum, scotch, etc. Stir and sip. It won’t cure you, but at least you’ll feel better. As my wonderful late mother-in-law used to say, “it couldn’t hurt.”
Then there is the “Sure Cure.” This is **homemade chicken soup. Even doctors will tell you that there is just something about chicken soup that seems to help fight a cold.
As always, see a doctor, get your flu and pneumonia shots, and so on. Also, remember that the older we are, the more important it is to take good care of yourself. Don’t be heroic and stoic as the Crankee Yankee and I tend to be; just do the right thing so that you won’t be down for weeks, hacking and coughing.
I bring this all up because the Crankee Yankee has all the classic symptoms of cold, flu, bronchitis, beri-beri, dengue fever, hoof-and-mouth disease and so on. (No, just the common cold—but you know how men get when they’re sick!)
So today I am taking care of Typhoid Mary. Thankfully we have plenty of chicken soup!
*”The Cure” (or infusion) is this: five drops each of tea tree oil, oil of oregano, lemon oil and peppermint in a cup of hot water. Breathe in the vapors (close your eyes, too; the smell is very strong and can make your eyes tear up) through your nose three times, then through your mouth. Repeat every hour or so. The infusion is good for 24 hours.
**If you want my recipe (which is pretty simple), just let me know and I’ll send it. If push comes to shove, just buy some.
Or try a steaming bowl of any Chinese restaurant’s hot and sour soup. The sheer power of all the flavors and the internal heat it makes is pretty miraculous. I’ve seen the Crankee down a bowl of this when ill and the next day he’s on his feet. Who knew?