I'd avoided it for over a year, but now it has reared its ugly head once more. I thought I might get lucky and never have to deal with it again, but it was a vain and foolish hope. I've contracted a cold. Curses.
It's all McKay's fault, you see. I had been going strong until he brought the devilish rhinovirus into our formerly clean home. Mark my words, his uppance for committing such an act will soon come.
I used to get colds all the time. They were my weakness. After about fifteen, I've been nearly impervious to the flu, food poisoning, fevers, etc. and rarely ever got anything besides coughs and sniffles. However, the cold was always a regular visitor about every 3-4 months.
Then, one blessed day, my mom taught me the incredible trick to avoid the dastardly diseases (I feel accomplished for legitimately using "dastardly" in an everyday sentence). When you start to feel one coming on, simply take a teaspoon of baking soda in a glass of water ASAP. Although it tastes foul, it will stop the virus' progression dead in its tracks 90% of the time. This time, however, it was the dreaded other 10% that got through.
The reason I'm writing about this whole situation is because I find it funny that, although the human body is such an incredible and miraculous instrument, it has some of the most ridiculous flaws. For instance, when is the most necessary time to sleep? When you're sick. When is it hardest to sleep? When you're sick. When do you need fluids most? When you're ill. When do you feel least like drinking fluids? When you're ill.
What kind of organism can keep itself running strong for sometimes over one hundred years, heal all sorts of injuries, and fight off all kinds of would-be deadly infections, yet still accidentally kill itself by swelling the wrong area at the wrong time after sustaining damage? Wouldn't it be better if we had a wee bit more personal control over the decisions our bodies make? Like "Hey, self? I know you're choking on that thingy there, but closing off your throat and asphyxiating yourself is not a good idea."
Maybe I should look into various eastern practices that supposedly give one more control over his/her body. Methinks that might come in handy sooner or later.
It's all McKay's fault, you see. I had been going strong until he brought the devilish rhinovirus into our formerly clean home. Mark my words, his uppance for committing such an act will soon come.
I used to get colds all the time. They were my weakness. After about fifteen, I've been nearly impervious to the flu, food poisoning, fevers, etc. and rarely ever got anything besides coughs and sniffles. However, the cold was always a regular visitor about every 3-4 months.
Then, one blessed day, my mom taught me the incredible trick to avoid the dastardly diseases (I feel accomplished for legitimately using "dastardly" in an everyday sentence). When you start to feel one coming on, simply take a teaspoon of baking soda in a glass of water ASAP. Although it tastes foul, it will stop the virus' progression dead in its tracks 90% of the time. This time, however, it was the dreaded other 10% that got through.
The reason I'm writing about this whole situation is because I find it funny that, although the human body is such an incredible and miraculous instrument, it has some of the most ridiculous flaws. For instance, when is the most necessary time to sleep? When you're sick. When is it hardest to sleep? When you're sick. When do you need fluids most? When you're ill. When do you feel least like drinking fluids? When you're ill.
What kind of organism can keep itself running strong for sometimes over one hundred years, heal all sorts of injuries, and fight off all kinds of would-be deadly infections, yet still accidentally kill itself by swelling the wrong area at the wrong time after sustaining damage? Wouldn't it be better if we had a wee bit more personal control over the decisions our bodies make? Like "Hey, self? I know you're choking on that thingy there, but closing off your throat and asphyxiating yourself is not a good idea."
Maybe I should look into various eastern practices that supposedly give one more control over his/her body. Methinks that might come in handy sooner or later.
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