Being Sick & Needing Whiskey

Roughly 20 years ago (okay, almost exactly 20 years ago), I studied in Ireland for a semester. While I was there, I caught exactly one cold. I was getting sick and was supposed to go to the Abbey for a show and I was worried I would miss it. My host mother took motherly concern and told me to go to closest pub to the Abbey and get an Irish coffee or hot toddy. So I did and it magically worked and I saw the play and managed to make it through the rest of the semester with no consumption, tuberculosis or bronchitis.

What is curious is this. 20 years went by. And I never thought to try it again. Until Monday night when I thought there simply must be some way to fix this incoming cold. I was taking Airborne. WHY? When I could be drinking hot whiskey? I should have been seeking the booze, not seeking some fake way to heal.

Like whiskey on a zit, it can't fail, right? But it did fail. It was tasty but it didn't kill off the cold.

In other news, I just need to say that I once had pertussis. ChowderDad seems to have entirely blanked this out. But I did. I had it when we lived in Tucson. CubicleGirl and I thought it was teh consumption but it was just teh pertussis.

I get sick a lot. Like, more than regular people, I think. Or maybe I succumb to the woe that comes with sickness. Or maybe I am just more vocal and annoyingly dramatic about my near-death experiences with coughs and colds. It's possible anyway.