I was going to write a crappy poem, but i think i'll take a moment to talk unceremoniously about something else instead...
I guess the cold/flu bug, having finally made its rounds, had a score to settle with me. I'm usually one to get strep throat at least twice before the winter break of each school year, but I am happy to say that I have not yet been graced by its presence. However, with my friends and family members suffering from relentless coughs and exhaustion, it must have been a matter of time until I caught what they had.
And caught it, I did.
It is no surprise, therefore, that this weekend consisted of a few choice hot drinks in order to soothe my throat and headache. I took each one gladly. The first, was Friday afternoon's Hot Water and Lemon order, courtesy of Boston Pizza. It was without a doubt, the best part of my meal.
The next Saturday morning was a bit of a blur. While frantically driving around Whitby in what seemed to me to be the early hours of the morning (but was only, in fact, 12:00 noon), I decided that Maddie and I deserved a nice warm drink for our throats - both of us were, by then, half-heartedly fighting off our colds. We had two shows to do that day, and there was no way we would allow ourselves to fall victim to the dreaded cold. We ventured into starbucks, waited in line and hastily asked the server behind the counter if they had any lemon. They did not. Sigh. Well, it was worth trying. Maddie and I ordered teas instead; I had a Tall Organic Chai Tea, which, until the last 15 minutes before our matinee show, proved to be a wonderful comfort.
It wasn't until 2:45am on Sunday morning that I had my next hot beverage/lemon fix. To say that it was much appreciated would be an understatement. After a long day of emotional performances and a night of tears and celebration, it felt unimaginably relieving to finally curl up on my basement couch - still donning a pair of jeans and a tank top - and sip the ultimate remedy to cold-induced insomnia: NeoCitron.
I sit now at the computer desk feeling exhausted, congested and a little feverish, all too gladly thinking that this was a weekend that I will not soon forget. Thanks to hot drinks and lemon, I was able to not only live through it, but to juice it for all that it was worth (pun completely intended).
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