My beloved adopted state of Maine has a late winter/early spring tradition of passing around the same virus until someone succumbs thus satisfying the Gods with a sacrifice.
This past week has been my turn with the virus, which brings fever, cough, lethargy and reduced lung capacity. I refuse to go quietly or loudly wheezing into that good night so I’ve been flooding my body with fluids.
Five Things I Drank This Week:
I went into the virus already a bit dehydrated from winter weather plus too much work. I try to shoot for 75 ounces a day when I’m healthy. But, I’ve been approaching a gallon of water a day with the virus. And I was so dehydrated that I’m still not peeing much. I know TMI but still alarming, right?
Hot tea has been so comforting on my throat as has a cup of hot water with lemon and honey.
I’ve been guzzling grapefruit juice to infuse my bones with as much Vitamin C as possible. Also, grapefruit juice pairs beautifully with tequila in a drink better known as a Paloma.
The cough has been keeping me up despite my exhaustion. So I found myself, clad in dirty yoga pants, fleece half-zip and gardening clogs, wandering the aisles of a drugstore looking for a nighttime cough remedy. I actually bought a bottle but returned it, unopened.
I realized I could add tequila to my grapefruit juice in a quick and dirty version of a paloma, which is a much healthier drink than the bottle of blue liquid without the unpleasant taste and chemicals.
Ah tequila, it’s not just for breakfast anymore.
I do love me an icy cold Coca-Cola and I like to think it has healing powers or at least the power to kill some of the virus with its acidity and bubbles. I had a cold Coke in the afternoons to give myself a break from the never-ending barrage of water and hot tea.