At the moment… I’ve been cut off at the ankles by some fricken flu or other. It serves me right - I kept bragging about how it looked like I was going to make it through the year without The Creeping Crud, and congratulated myself for withstanding it while all around me were waking up with their skin on backwards, and phoning into work to take time off. The wife missed all last week and slept for three days straight… and now I got it.
Ordinarily I’d slam 4 fingers of Cardhu or Highland Park and go to bed and sleep it off… but I don’t get it. Just the smell of scotch turns me right off. I used to guzzle the single malts by the cask… but I guess I am getting old and fussy? I’ve been drinking Benelyn all day…
And now my thermostat just calved. We got no heat. That’s alright though, it not supposed to go below freezing tonight, and we have the Niglet to keep us warm if it gets chilly.
The fun never ends…🤢
OK, that sucks. Decades ago I tried to become an alky, as a substitute vice for pot. I tried for weeks! Couldn't find anything that didn't REQUIRE an "acquired" taste. Alcohol tastes like...awful...and it's expensive and it makes you feel like shit the next day or 3 and it's easy to get busted for DUI, driving and it's not mellow and it makes me way too friendly to ALL women and my wife does not approve and and and. Pot won.
ReplyDeleteWhat? Oh yeah, when I get the crud, I self diagnose, "I have the crud", then self medicate with Nyquil (Tastes Great!), not Dayquil, and sleep it off. Everytime I wake up, I swill down a good quantity, no little half ounce plastic cups, just drink it out of the bottle. I've never been sicker than two full size bottles. Eventually I'll want to eat something, that means I'm (mostly) cured. Holistic Health Care, it works great!! Try it!
I had the crud several weeks back. Tried to blame it on allergies, but several nights of fever puts it more into a bad cold or a light flu. Tons of sudafed followed by benadryl finally allowed me to breathe. Hopefully that little bout inoculated me for the rest of the year.
ReplyDeleteAnd yeah, I tried the shot of bourbon during the worst of it and just spit it back out. Probably for the best.
It's a three dog night.
ReplyDeleteWe used to have furnace problems when I was a kid. We lived out in the boondocks, and originally we had trouble getting a private phone line. The electric company had to provide us with electricity (federal law or something), but otherwise we didn't have much. We ran the furnace on oil, and had it delivered into a big tank in the garage.
So, around two in the morning, the furnace would quietly go out. It being zero or below (Fahrenheit you northern barbarian!) you'd wake up in the morning and see your breath. Well, I'll give my old dad credit. He'd get a fire going in both fireplaces before feeding the horses. Then mom would call the furnace man, and eventually he'd show up and clean the furnace, which would fix it. Until the next time.
Life in the bad old days.