I don’t know how the present weather is affecting the rest of the country, but here in the East Midlands, the rain has not only flooded the surrounding farmlands and countryside, but also seems to have created a fetid fug of soup like flu symptoms that just seem to be trapped in the bowl created by our natural geology, just circulating endlessly…
Now. Don’t get me wrong, I am not unsympathetic to people who are ill… but I do feel quite strongly they should keep their germs to themselves. It started with a hat trick of grandmas… my mother, a confirmed and dedicated smoker, generally has a smoker’s cough, but on this particular day it seemed a little more…vehement than usual.
“You’re going to be ill, aren’t you,” I observed, with trepidation.
My mother is a retired nurse and a Yorkshire woman to boot, consequently she is as stubborn as hell and the worst patient ever.
“No, don’t be – hrgghhh! – stupid Samantha – bleughhh-ahh!- I’m fine!”
The dogs laid back their ears and retreated to the kitchen. I did likewise.
Then my partner’s mother had the flu jab and promptly caught flu. I had just run home from getting off the bus, contemplating how to add an extra flourish to my run away with a squat, or a forwards roll, perhaps, when-
“SAM! SAM! MAM’S NOT WELL!”
“What do you mean?” I enquired, more than a little alarmed because she is getting on a bit and has had a few health problems.
“’ER EYES ARE ROLLING AND SHE’S BREATHING FUNNY!”
I decided this necessitated further investigation and trotted round, curbing an arbitrary impulse to attempt a vault over the gate, and ran upstairs to have a look at her.
“Are you all right?” I enquired cautiously, poking my head round the door.
“Ah. Let’s sit you up a bit…”
I helped her sit up and her chest eased a little and I sent my partner back to our house for eucalyptus oil.
A cup of tea, essential oil inhalant and a laugh later, I am very pleased to say she was looking a lot better.
Then, although not known to me personally, I heard that Alex’s partner’s grandma was ill too – I spent some time with the Wishing Tree in my garden, asking for help and healing from the Appropriate Places.
Then I went to my mother’s yesterday for dinner, we were watching “Countryfile” and I asked her for the television guide so I could check something. She sneezed in it, closed the pages and offered it to me.
“No, I’ll let you keep that,” I said politely, as the dog sneezed in Mum’s face, triggering another coughing fit.
I returned home to be greeted by the mournful face of my partner, mouth breathing, wheezing and coughing… I thrust paracetamol, honey and echinacea at him, seized my sage and thyme infusion and ginger capsules and fled upstairs.
So. I have been taking powdered ginger in capsule form for about a month, I gargle with sage and thyme infusion, have a spoonful of honey every day, a pack of sanitising wipes to hand and I have anointed myself liberally with patchouli and lavender essential oils, hoping that their overpowering scent will fox any particularly persistent germs.
Just in case though – I have my lovely doctor on speed dial…
On a serious note, friends, look after yourselves in this season of illness, and I hope you’ll join with me in wishing my wonderful friend Jean at The Canadian Cats all the very best for a speedy recovery back to full health. Get well soon, Jean, love from all of us here xxxx