When you have a Cold

I caught a cold last week and it’s hanging on for dear life. The only thing that has been making me feel better physically, at least for a few hours, has been a clove if garlic with raw honey. I’ve been taking five cloves a day. I’m so use to it now, it’s like candy. And my family says I don’t smell like garlic, so that is good news.

I know some people stink if they only have one clove. 😬

I read that of you take enough garlic, it’s a pain reliever, and I believe I’ve taken enough, because my back pain has almost ceased.

Since my surgery last year my back has been a huge ordeal to hassle through. I’ve been having to wear a corset like device when I’m out sourcing for hours on end.

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This takes me to feeling better mentally.

There are several things I like to do when I’m almost better, to make me feel mentally better.

It generally revolves around the phrase, “Look Good, Feel Good”.

It starts with a hot shower and shaving. I use Veet or Nair to shave, and I open a fresh bar of soap. (The lemon or rose scented ones from Marshall’s)

I then use my PDM on my face, Or Dermaroll…ending with a pore cleaning face mask.

Makeup is the last thing on my mind when I’m sick, so I just use a brown sugar lip scrub and my Sarah Happ Lux Lip Balm. I then slather a moisturizer on. (Neutrogena Oil Free Day)

This all takes about a hour. Not long at all! But by then I’m ready to get back to napping.

When I wake up I put Nivea cream on my hands and feet. If I didn’t recently get a mani & pedi, then I do one or the other. I generally don’t have the energy to do both, or I would.

I then put jewelry on. I know! Why bother?

But for me, looking down at pretty rings on my fingers or favorite bracelet on my wrist makes me smile. In order to feel better mentally, while being alone, I do whatever makes me smile. 🙂

And whether I am sick or not, I’m a feeler type of woman, so if I take care of myself, I feel better. Mentally of course.

I realize that these things do not work for everyone.

And I can’t imagine doing these things the first couple days of being sick.

Those first couple days are for not showering, sleeping, drinking tons of tea and water and taking whatever you have to, to feel human. 😏

But once I start to feel somewhat Better physically, that’s when I have the urge to feel better outwardly. For myself. I don’t leave the house when I’m sick. I even cancelled a doctors appointment for my RA today. I’m still not 100%, so I’m not going out.

What are some ways that you make yourself feel better when you are sick?

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Nothing to Something

I’m not sure if anyone else can relate, but when we just started our lives out together (1995) we didn’t have anything. Well, I had a double bed that I bought from a consignment shop for $60.

In fact, there was a time we didn’t even have full time jobs. My husbands mom was footing our apartment bill for a few months.

Meals were ate at families homes.

We only had a 19″ TV. Renting videos on 2 for Tuesdays was our “Netflix & Chill” entertainment.

Yes We had a bed, but no kitchen set, chairs, or sofa.

We had one cat. Mittens. Double pawed, hence the name.

Yet, we were happy and content. Go figure.

After about six months thing’s got a bit better. DH was use to doing without, but I was not.

Soon we both were able to find work in the area in which we moved too.. first pay checks we went out to the Villa for pizzas and drinks. Then we bought a kitchen set. A cute vintage 70’s set. You know, the kind that had the vinyl olive floral colored chairs with a Formica table top and metal legs.

Gosh, it was so pretty! I’m still a sucker for all things vintage.

After several more months, we moved again. We soon had money to eat out regularly and go to the actual movies.

Then I got pregnant.

We bought a second hand crib and changing table. I decorated a tiny corner of our bedroom as a make-shift nursery.

Life was good. We were very content.

Then we moved again. I got pregnant again and we bought our first house.

We bought a houseful of secondhand furniture. Each of the kids had their own rooms.

One daughters room was done in the Veggie Tales theme and the other daughters room was done in Winnie the Pooh Bear.

We lived pay check to paycheck for years after buying our first house up North. We then scaled back and only went out once a month to eat. We relied on free church activities and parks for entertainment for the kids.

Our house was small compared to all my friends homes. Only 1200sqft. It was a sought after area, so that is what mattered to me.

I was always told to but in a sought after neighborhood so in the event that you need to sell, you will have no problem.

But yet, we were happy.

This all took place between 1996-2005

Fast forward to 2018.

We have worked hard and both have full time jobs. We moved to a cheaper area. Got a house double the size of our last. We Can eat out or go to the Movies whenever we want. We also Take a couple vacations each year. Nothing elaborate or out of the country though.

Yet… things seem not as exciting as they once were.

But this post is not at all about that. In fact, I’m not really sure where I’m going at all with it. Thinking out loud I guess.

I’m thinking about how in between all of this we had three more kids. They have a completely different life then my first two. My three youngest pretty much want for nothing. Sure, they would like to have the latest new iPhones each year, and probably have trips to Europe, but we don’t have that type of money.

Fast forward:

My second born daughter left the nest and went off to college and completely changed.

It is as if we never knew her at all. I’m not entirely surprised because I told her this was going to happen. I just had a “mother feeling”

But none the less, part of our family is missing and I’m heartbroken.

I think she now seems resentful that we didn’t have more when she was younger. She seems resentful that her younger siblings have so much more.l and life has been so much easier for them.

I’m not sure if this is the way it is for every larger family that starts off with nothing.

I have talked to a few friends with equally large families and it does appear that older children become resentful of their parents and siblings. I think it’s a sign of immaturity though.

Why not be happy that your siblings have a better life.

I was recently talking to a lady at church who has the same amount of kids as we do and she had a very similar story.

It was the first time I’d heard of this. I guess I’ve been nieve thinking that my children would be different. I think as parents, we all seem to think this at one time or the next.