Day Twelve

I'm a coward.

When I presented with a sore throat, Mirjana and Janet recommended Betadine gargle. It's basically iodine-based antiseptic. If you can't imagine how bad it must taste I'll just tell you that it's baaaaaaad.

Nevertheless I bought a bottle and gargled regularly in the bathroom. What I expelled looked worse than Jez's day-old vomit on hurricanes night.

It worked, but probably due to overworking myself while sick, my throat worsened and it stopped exerting its effect.

Mirjana then recommended Blackmores olive leaf extract. She was hesitant because natural remedies work just as badly for one person as it works well for the next. And knowing me, it wouldn't work. Not even pseudoephedrine works for me. I must be made entirely of efflux transporters.

Not surprisingly it had no effect whatsoever, tasted worse than Betadine, and as an added insult it had to be drunk instead of gargled, making the ordeal a number of times harder to swallow. Ha ha, swallow.

Nevertheless I took my doses like a good little girl, and made horrifying faces that scared little old ladies away.

Now that I'm home I haven't touched either. I'm scared. There's no pressure from anyone around me to drink that shit. But I know I must. Soon. Later. Tomorrow.

I dug through my mum's medicine drawer and found mostly sinus medication. There was a packet of Dolased, but with only 10 mg of codeine I'm not sure how much good that will do, especially when being Chinese means I have a 10% chance of posessing dysfunctional CYP2D10 enzymes.