I spent the most of today in bed. Sleeping, lazing around, but on Facebook most of the time. I think I'm one of the many many people who live their lives on Facebook.
Anyways, in the afternoon, I was rummaging the fridge for food. I've to say, something smells funky in there. I found half a pack of sausages(5 pieces) at best and settled for it.
Hit by a brain wave, I flattened slices of bread with a rolling pin, rolled a hotdog in each slice, 'glued' the roll together with egg white and dunked the rolls into a pan of hot oil.
It was bad. But I was hungry and lazy.
So I had my snack in bed, watched a couple of episodes of How I Met Your Mother and took a nap.
The next thing I knew, I was feeling damned hot, yet freezingly cold at the same time. I fucking incubated a fever!
I only have myself to blame, really. On top of the 5 oily hotdog rolls, I was smoking reds. Seriously, I should just stick to menthol cigarettes.
Since I incubated the fever, I had all the rights to kill it, don't I? Not to sound like a braggart, but I make one helluva fever-killer. Popped a couple of Panadol Extra, downed water, smothered my forehead with aloe vera gel, warmed up my freezing toes and snuggled under the blanket for 30 minutes and I felt so much better.
Just as I felt ready to step out of bed, my mother returns home with fish porridge. I suddenly got my appetite back and had a mad craving for, well, ginger. I don't know where I've heard it from, but ginger is supposed to be one of the many traditional fever-reducing remedies, right?
So despite being slightly feverish and groggy, the first thing I did after getting out of bed was doing the dishes. I made an oily mess earlier in the afternoon with the hotdog rolls. After which, I managed to patiently and leisurely julienne a small piece of ginger.
I mixed the ginger strips into the fish porridge, ate it and poof! I'm fruity and up and about and good as new!
No comments:
Post a Comment