Well, I guess yesterday was not hot flashes. I seem to have captured Hubby's hacking cough and whatever malady he found last week. He had deep body coughs, running an erratic fever since he saw his doctor. He was dosed with antibiotic, codeine cough syrup and warnings that he needed to install his pace maker soon.
I had no sympathy since he groaned dramatically with each cough and held his sides as if he were dying. Karma has chosen to bless me with the same ailment.
I tried his codeine, I tried peppermint, salt water, elevated my head in bed but to no avail. I remembered I was gifted with Horehound Candy last winter. About one am I searched to find my miracle candy.
To those who think I am just talking dirty go here to discover the truth about Horehound Candy. It has been a much used item in my lifetime. We grew Horehound herbs and had a recipe using molasses to make our own medicinal candy.
Like most medicine, it doesn't woo you with its taste. I don't mind it at all. In fact, it is sometimes my recreational drug (just as a candy, it has no wow factors) since I have acquired a taste for horehound candy. In my immediate family, we are split down the middle. Half would not take it if they were dying and the other half swears by it.
Horehound stops a bronchial cough, not just a sore throat cough.
So here I am up with very little sleep preparing to be shop keep for the family today, armed with Horehound Candy and lots of fluids...and cursing this new blogger format that blue circles with each word I type...If it doesn't improve, I fear blogging will not be the joy it once was for me.