Spending the day on the couch

Spending the day on the couch

“Directly the bed is called for, or sunk deep among pillows in one chair, we raise our feet even an inch above the ground on another, we cease to be soldiers in the army of  the upright; we become deserters.  They march to battle.  We float with the sticks on the stream; helter-skelter with the dead leaves on the lawn, irresponsible and disinterested . . .”
— Virginia Woolf, On Being Ill

With winter come sniffles, congestion, coughs, and colds.  I was laid low by such a cold last week.  Recumbent, deserter from the armies of the upright working world.  Hibernating.  Sleep really is healing.  Better now.

The soothing refreshment of hot lemon ginger herbal tea

The soothing refreshment of hot lemon ginger herbal tea

Virginia Woolf’s mother, Julia Stephen, also wrote about illness in Notes from Sick Rooms.  She was known for her tender skills in the sickroom, nursing mostly relatives.  I had to chuckle at this passage:  “Among the number of small evils which haunt illness, the greatest misery which it can cause, though the smallest in size, is crumbs . . . a problem which has tormented many a weary sufferer.”

A word to the wise — don’t eat in bed if you can help it!

Citrus Bomb

November 10, 2009

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Citrus fruit ready to squeeze

I’ve been feeling a cold coming on, so I’ve been drinking a citrus concoction that my husband heard about from a friend.  You squeeze one lime, one lemon, one orange, and one grapefruit and then combine the juices in a saucepan.  Heat until just boiling, and then pour into a cup.  This blast of citrus did knock out my sore throat.  And I’m going to keep drinking this citrus bomb until my stuffy sinuses clear.  Wish me luck.