Back before Thanksgiving when we did a huge Costco run, in the cart I threw some raw and unfiltered honey. I didn’t know what raw honey even was or why I felt the need to buy it when I have sone good clover honey in the pantry, but there it was, home with me.
Lo and behold, the honey is now front and center on the kitchen counter, getting used daily…..me with a dry hacking cough that started back on the ship.
Lots of people had a cough. No cold. Not flu. No runny nose. No aches. No fever. Just a deep dry hacking cough. The kind of cough that makes your ribs ache. Mr. EOS got it first. Cabins on either side of us had some version of it. Then I got it. And I still have it. Mr. EOS still has a bit of it but for him, it’s mostly gone. I’m bothered more by it at night, waking to hack away, waking Mr. EOS up in the process.
I’ve slathered Vick’s on my chest and consumed gallons of orange juice. I’ve had tea with honey until I’ve turned into a tea bag, had some bourbon with honey, to no avail yet.
It’s annoying as hell because I’m otherwise fine. It’s not as if I’m needing to be under the covers – I feel chipper and full of vim, until I start coughing. Then I double over. Bonus indignation, we women have the added joy of Cough and Pee moments. 😬😂😬
It’s otherwise a gorgeous day. Bright sunshine. Warming up past freezing even.