This winter has been brutal as far as this flu/cold thing. I’ve been flirting with having it several times, sick a little bit for a few days, but not in the same over the top, horrible way everyone else in my family has wound up with it.
The damn thing finally ran me to the ground this week, wrapping me in that thermal dance that seems to be impossible – shivering everywhwere, but your head is burning up. Little rumbling hacking, tight cough starts somewhere in the bottom of your lungs and it’s…. oh, no! This is really gonna suck. You have that moment of surrender when you know there’s just no avoiding this germy bullet, time to pull out all the Jane Austen and Lord of the Rings DVDs.
Much as I’d like to be sniffing some perfumes and writing about them, instead I’m only fit to describe the homey comfort of the smell of Ben-Gay. When we were sick as kids – and I was sick all the time – my mom would smear Ben-Gay on our chests, give us a hot toddy (little whiskey, honey and hot water), put cloths on top of the stove, heat them up, pack them on our chests, get another ocloth heated up, change it out for the first one, and keep doing that until the skin of your chest was approximately the temperature of the sun, Then we’d be packed off to bed. Sometime during the night, we would sweat and cough and hack and the fever would break, we were cool once again and on the mend.
I don’t do the hot towels on my chest anymore because I don’t have one of those old farm stoves to heat it up on, but the Ben-Gay is a staple. One whiff of that pungent nasal-clearing concoction feels like home and mom and love – the one person in the world who loves you in a way no one else ever will.
As for that hot toddy, I think I’m going to just go for a Tuaca and Coke instead. Drink a cold, starve a fever?
Something to look forward to this week or next — my vanity tour continues. Next up is eyelash extensions. Being blond has some good things about it, but it also means my lashes have always been light and almost impossible to see. Add on to that using mascara for 40 years, and they are thin as lady bug wings right now. So I’m heading to the eyelash store to get a nice, full set of lashes. Anyone else done that? Then the next thing I’m toying with is the eyeliner tattoo. A friend of mine did that, and they look great, but she said it took a lot of tequila before she had it done, and even then, it hurt like heck. Advice?