I woke up last Saturday to a blinding and glaring sun. Yes, summer is officially here in Melbourne. Say your last goodbyes to the cooling winter. Now move along, move along.
Since the death of the writing period, I have been wayyy busy. With. Nothing.
It is nice to be contented with nothing to do. My life is now filled with planning the next eating venue and time. And working as an instruct-able robot for someone. Other than those things, I have been busy with the flu.
I think I have forgotten how it feels to be down with a sneezing, feverish bug. I can barely remember the last time I encountered the same sort of difficulties in clearing my breathing space.
This flu business, is so crippling, that I found it so hard to sleep. Eating is fine. Eating is always fine with me. But sleeping. Oh so hard.
On normal days, I find it difficult to drift to sleep when I am on my bed. I toss and turn and think and sigh before I finally go to dreamland. When I have the flu, I could barely lie down horizontally in bed. I am so stuffed up with mucus from my toes all the way to my nostrils and ears that I am overflowing with green snot…
Gross I know but OVERFLOWING is the key word. Now put a little of your imagination to the test. OVERFLOWING.
Okay. Now that I am sure you have a clear idea of what I am trying to get across, I need to know.
Ever found yourself in my position? Constantly breathing through your dry and scratchy throat due to a stuffed up, potentially ornamental and flu-afflicted nose? If you say yes to any of the above questions, then you better read what follows well. For I have discovered an amazing remedy to this almost impossible solution.
When I first discovered it hidden in the Ikea boxes I have, which is hidden in the cupboard-on-wheels, which is hidden in the built-in closet in my room, I was all ‘Eureka!’
And I screamed it on everyone on the chatting windows and I would gladly propagate my joy at this amazing discovery. Honestly, it is better than sex, drugs, strippers, chocolate and almost everything else on earth. It allowed me to use my nostrils for the purpose that it was intended for.
BREATHE people. It should be a human right to BREATHE. THROUGH THE NOSE.
Anyway. Say hello to Vicks Vapor-rub.
Go buy one whole truckload of it for the impending flu season. Honestly, I am an Elmo person through and through. But for that few nights, I might just trade in the red furry toy for a tub of that menthol goodness…
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