I’m Sick

I’ve caught a cold. The Cynical Compound currently smells like a mixture of Echinacea, Vick’s VapoRub, Palm oil, cherry flavored Halls, Robitussin, some barely legal vintage of Nyquil which I had to give my license over to procure, and enough Zinc that you would think there’s an entrance to a mine somewhere underneath the bed.

And if that isn’t enough, Mrs. C is currently brewing some Haitian potion that consists of star anise, ginger, eye of newt and toe of frog. It’s unclear whether I have to drink it or bathe in it.

Update:
Mrs. C’s potions are working but she’s banning me from going near the computer until I’ve completely recovered. So in lieu of blogging I’ll spend my afternoon reading Neil Gaiman’s The Graveyard Book. Hopefully, normal blogging and respiratory functions will return tomorrow.

22 Comments

  1. Shall we put you on the cynical-c “illness and concerns” prayer list?

    Tee-hee.

    Seriously, get better. The Haitian recipe sounds like the get-well medicine of choice. You must let us know how it works.

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