Taking care of my health has never been more crucial than now. Just this week I discovered that one of my officemates is down with German measles. Another one has dengue fever. I try not to be paranoid but I can't help feeling anxious. Two days ago I got a cough. I've been trying to go home early everyday and getting more rest than usual.
The challenge now is how to go on with this without medication. I've turned to an organic remedy from Vier's mom. Just mix two tablespoons of apple cider vinegar and one tablespoon of honey and it will eventually make your cough go away. Apart from taking this every morning and night, I've resorted to two extra glasses of water a day or more and absolutely no cold water at all.
The apple cider vinegar and honey remedy is not bad at all. I actually look forward to downing it from a cup. Well, I'm trying to be optimistic about the whole thing. I hope good thoughts will scare away the cough and colds as well. Hah!
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Friday, August 25, 2006
Birth Day
Well, I've been neglecting my blog. It's because I'm up to my neck with work and feeling the need to turn in early because of the baby.
Today is my mother's birthday.
I still wonder about her. These things one takes for granted:
the texture of her hair, the sound and pitch of her voice, her favorite scent, her different smiles, her pet peeves, her irritating habits, her best day of the week
I am waiting to tell stories about her to my baby. I'm glad I have a few things that I've been able to hold on to.
I am waiting for another birth day.
And this time, I'll make sure to store up more things, never take things for granted.
Today is my mother's birthday.
I still wonder about her. These things one takes for granted:
the texture of her hair, the sound and pitch of her voice, her favorite scent, her different smiles, her pet peeves, her irritating habits, her best day of the week
I am waiting to tell stories about her to my baby. I'm glad I have a few things that I've been able to hold on to.
I am waiting for another birth day.
And this time, I'll make sure to store up more things, never take things for granted.
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