This is my treatment.
None of this disgusting cough mixture stuff. I hate medicine almost as much as I fear needles. Note the only medicine cup I have is a plastic glass from a mini wine bottle.
For me it's chillis, lemon and honey and Panadol all the way.
Did you know that Manuka honey has so many healing properties? I sometimes put it on my hands when my skin is blistered. I don't really like the taste of honey but this stuff is ok.
I also had to buy this today. It's a ventolin inhaler for asthma.
My old one has expired. I only use ventolin when I have a cold. I get asthma symptoms so infrequently that I am never quite sure how to use the inhaler.
I was so pleased with the bargain price of it. It gave me the same rush as buying a dress on sale. $8. Who knew! Next time I need a quick and cheap shopping fix I will consider buying ventolin!
I have been wearing a tracksuit far too much when I'm not at work. Hell, I even feel like wearing one to work some days.
You will be pleased, or horrified to know I went out to collect my takeaway dinner dressed like this tonight.
Tracksuit is by Bonds. Faux-uggs are el-cheapo. I am pleased how flattering the tracksuit pants are. If the tracksuit was lesser brand, I may not have set foot out of the house. Or maybe I would have/have done...
I read the American President had no qualms in holding a business meeting with his worldly counterparts at a fast food restaurant.
So I knew the world wouldn't end when I went out in my tracksuit to get Mexican food.
I went to Taco Bill.
Taco Bill is excessive and expensive. If I wanted less excess I would have flown to Mexico for a meal. Prior to going with Kristy in April, I'd only been there twice, and both times were with boys I was in love with and I had my meals paid for. I had no idea how pricey it is!
I have been desperately craving Mexican food since I bought this book yesterday. So instead of cooking a recipe from it, I went to get takeaway!
This is what I have for dinner.
Nachos and burritos. They're massive servings.
My neighbour had to open my wine. I am unable to as I'm too slippery. Yes, my life is constantly in a slippery slope of vaseline.
My Saturday night screams fun and excitement. Eating Mexican on the couch reading press releases about a new policy report and working on some other secret squirrel business.