I am miserable. Is it bird? Is it superman? All I know is that I don’t enjoy breathing through my gills. Used to be that Abba gee would recommend Hamdard’s Joshanda. But then, he recommended Joshanda for everything – including broken bones and hurt egos. I hated that stuff. It left this slimy after-taste. Usually Joshanda did take care of one’s ailment, though. I don’t know where to get Joshanda in Chicago. Ok, I am sure that I can find it at Devon but that’s far away.
The university had advertised the flu shots earlier in the fall. Then they cancelled it because they never got their shipment in. Now, they have received some but not enough for ‘family members’. I have never had this flu shot because I find the whole idea unappealing. But then, I don’t get sick that often. I do find it amusing that people have near-riots over the flu shots. And that the campaigns to get people to take flu shots are so alarmist. Of course, every year, they run out of the darn flu shots.
Back to my swollen head. Theraflu is just not going to cut it. Chicken soup? Do any of you have a favorite flu remedy? No, do not say sleep/rest; I have a book review due Mondayish. Conversely, if you do not have a flu remedy for me, do you have a favorite way of getting an editor off your back?
I am off to enjoy Tday with farangi. He is a good settler who has graciously invited this Indian to break bread with him. In a post-modern twist, I am taking an infectious disease to him. Ha.