I’ve been blaming all my coughing on pulmonary fibrosis and acid reflux. Then, when I started going through my stash of tissue at an alarming rate, it occurred to me that I might have a cold, as well. I’ve been somewhat congested, to boot. One of my online diagnosticians gave his opinion (would that be a second one?) that I do, in fact, have a cold. Well, happy-happy, joy-joy. Just what I need.
My tissue stash is down to one “box”. I put that in quotes because it’s a soft package. Guess that’s the newest rage. I’m using a roll of Kleenex right now, trying to stretch out the good stuff. The roll is fine for the other end but my nose is getting tender. I don’t know how long I can tolerate the rough stuff against it.
I haven’t left the house today. DD called and we talked for almost 40 minutes. Actually, she did most of the talking. My brain is so crowded by all the stored up whatever-is-in-my-head that I’m having a hard time thinking.
DD was telling me that ACV is good for a cold. Maybe I’ve been accidentally treating myself for it. I’ve read it will also calm stomach acid. When the fire in my belly was threatening to take over, I mixed a bit with water and drank it—and it worked! I don’t know how long it’s good for or how much I should take at a time or if I should drink it multiple times during the day or as needed but we’ll see.
ACV isn’t my favorite thing to drink but if it will keep the fiery goblins at bay, I’ll do it. So much the better if it will help my drippy nose (Mother would have said it’s running like a “sugar tree”).
Twinkle has eaten very little, as usual. She’ll meow pitifully but mostly ignores her food. I just checked tracking and her favorite food is on schedule to get here tomorrow. Now, if she will just eat it.
I just remembered I’d done a load of laundry earlier and hadn’t put it in the dryer yet. I guess the day hasn’t been a total waste. Of course, there’s incentive when one coughs and a clean-up is necessary. I won’t go into any more detail than that.