Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Wednesday is "Old Wives' Tale " Day.

Per wikipedia...

An old wives' tale is a type of urban legend, similar to a proverb, which is generally passed down by old wives to a younger generation. Such "tales" usually consist of superstition, folklore or unverified claims with exaggerated and/or untrue details. Today old wives' tales are still common among children in school playgrounds. Old wives' tales often concern pregnancy, puberty and nutrition.

It always seems like my best blog ideas come to me while I'm in the shower. I am talking mid-shower routine, it's like lightning strikes and I see this grand post play out in my mind. I continue to brainstorm on it and then I get out of the shower and I have to get ready for the day.

This is one of those best blog post ideas that struck during my shower yesterday. I'm going to do my best to blog it out as well as I'd have liked. If I fail, then I'm gonna need some people to get on creating a waterproof computer that can be inserted into my shower so I can type it out right then and there.

If you follow me on twitter, you know I've been sick since last Thursday. I knew I had the Lady Antebellum concert on Saturday so Thursday after class, I went home and went straight to bed and slept for five hours. I woke up to eat some soup and then went back to sleep until the next morning. I spent some time working on homework and then I went for a run. I actually ran on Friday and Saturday and felt fine afterwards. In fact, I felt better after my runs.


While at the concert, it got really hot in the arena, because well that's what happens when 14,000 people are gathered together in close proximity and there is music on that makes us all want to dance or tap your thigh if you're a Southern Baptist like me. (Actually I happen to dance in public on a regular basis, specifically when I am studying or there's a good song on the radio in my car. Why I'm suddenly conservative at a concert, I will never know.) Because of said rise in temperature, my congestion seemed to go into overdrive, that plus stress about school and life in general and I was in for a LONG night.

I'm talking it was 4am before my eyes finally closed.

On Sunday I was paying for it big time. My cold was awful and I was tired of taking OTC meds, but I didn't want to go to the doctor either. I know I make all kinds of sense around here.

After the Oscars, I decided to try an old wives' tale that my Pappaw swore by: putting Vicks on my feet and putting socks over it. (He also swore by sticking it in your nose every night, but the label specifically says not to do that. It seems my rebel streak goes back to him as well.) I rubbed some on my chest and went to sleep.

And y'all. I slept as if I didn't have a cold at all. Breathed through my nose and everything. I also then proceeded to cough up more congestion than I have in my entire life, the first hour I woke up. I drank a ton of water all day, sucked on some cough drops, and took some more meds. But I generally felt better.

The next night I did my Vicks routine all over again. This time? I only coughed a few times and other than having a tension headache from wearing my contacts too long, and being tired all day after doing not much of anything, I felt pretty okay.

I did it again last night and this morning, I did one of those weeny coughs and blew my nose a couple of times.

My plan is to be back in tip top shape tomorrow and I'm swearin' by that Vick's Vapor Rub trick.

My Pappaw was a hippie and didn't even know it with that somewhat natural remedy.

I'm not sure what he would have made of that thought, but calling him a hippie to his face probably would have made "his butt wanna dip snuff." Hearing him say that in my head makes me smile.

Happy Wednesday and Happy Leap Day!


LWLH said...

Let me tell you about my Pap and his Old Wives tale using Vick's Vapor Rub

....he used to make us EAT IT!!!!!!

I shit you not. As a child he would make us have a couple spoonfuls, ya know to 'clear us up'. Def. would be considered child abuse now but old people and their wives tales get me everytime.

Maybe that's why I'm a little kooky, all that Vicks as a kid.

Domesticated-Bliss said...

Haha! Well my old wives tale cure is a shot of whisky will cure what ails ya :) And hey...if it doesn't actually cure it, you don't mind so much while you're under the prescribed effects!

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