It is perhaps inevitable, since I have two young children, that my exposure to colds has increased. As I write, it seems some unseen hand is pinching my brain in the center, and I think a poltergeist has moved into my throat. Unpleasant.
In the past, getting a cold means automatically picking up an old comfort: orange juice and ginger ale. I would drink this by the bucket if I could. It’s almost worth getting sick just to drink this fantastic concoction. Half ginger ale, half fresh orange juice (NOT from concentrate, please, and mind you don’t forget to leave the pulp in) is ambrosia to me. It is so good.
Amazingly enough, it is not calorie free. The common cold doesn’t have, inexplicably, the superheroic ability to negate the calories in any way. Thus, I am just guzzling so much sugar I might as well blend that flying brownie I drew the other day into a drink.
Well, since I am working on improving my choices in life, that includes doing so when I’m sick. So, no orange juice and ginger ale. If my life was an emoticon right now, it’d be this: 😦
But in about 40 minutes, my lovely wife and my amazing kids, who I’ve already forgiven for giving me the cold, will walk in the door and then my life will be this: 🙂
In the meantime, I am going to make myself some decaf tea and try to drown that poltergeist.