Brainchild
November 29th, 2003, 01:42 AM
Well, boys and girls, on Monday I got sick. I think it was something like SARS.
I got pneumonia and thought I was cashing in. But as you can see, I didn’t die.
My big sister is an amateur Chinese accupuncture doc. She has a clinic. I used to chuckle about it when we got together. That was before.
By the second day of my illness I was weak, insipid, and pale. Breathing about half as many times each minute, and half as deeply. She brought me this jar of herbal powder that looked like ground up hashish and a little plastic scoop. There were 3 curious Chinese figgers on the jar-lid.
“Four scoops in a cup of warm water. Do it four times a day for as long as you can stand it. You might survive!.” She had this sense for the dramatic.
I shood her away and drawing the biggest breath I could rolled over in feverish delirium.
I had this battery of over-the-counter cures. None of them working and I was sinking deeper. Finally, in the middle of a hallucination, I found myself mixing up this Chinese medicine. What the hell?
Next day I was much better. (Still not in top shape by a lot...) I got that jar looked for the ingrediants...none. Not even a manufacturer. I started pounding it down and now I’m back here.
There are side effects. My sister wrote on the top “Fever, chills & phlegm,” and my fever went away, my chills went away, but that phlegm...it’s still coming.
Chinese medicine is really interesting. I’m a survivor and I’m into Chinese medicine.
I got pneumonia and thought I was cashing in. But as you can see, I didn’t die.
My big sister is an amateur Chinese accupuncture doc. She has a clinic. I used to chuckle about it when we got together. That was before.
By the second day of my illness I was weak, insipid, and pale. Breathing about half as many times each minute, and half as deeply. She brought me this jar of herbal powder that looked like ground up hashish and a little plastic scoop. There were 3 curious Chinese figgers on the jar-lid.
“Four scoops in a cup of warm water. Do it four times a day for as long as you can stand it. You might survive!.” She had this sense for the dramatic.
I shood her away and drawing the biggest breath I could rolled over in feverish delirium.
I had this battery of over-the-counter cures. None of them working and I was sinking deeper. Finally, in the middle of a hallucination, I found myself mixing up this Chinese medicine. What the hell?
Next day I was much better. (Still not in top shape by a lot...) I got that jar looked for the ingrediants...none. Not even a manufacturer. I started pounding it down and now I’m back here.
There are side effects. My sister wrote on the top “Fever, chills & phlegm,” and my fever went away, my chills went away, but that phlegm...it’s still coming.
Chinese medicine is really interesting. I’m a survivor and I’m into Chinese medicine.