Britta's Letters from (and sometimes about) Berlin

Sunday, 21 July 2013

These boots will nNOT walk for a few days!



Well, the shoes with the little wings on it have to wait a while - I am ill!
For over 7 years I didn't even have had a cold, though - or: because - I rode almost every day with the tube, that toughens your immune system.
But now, suddenly - whamm! - I have a laryngitis that makes me ask for forgiving of all those people when I thought: "You make a big fuss about a sore throat." I am really quite tough in enduring pain - after my Cesarian the nurse scolded me: "You don't have to give the hero-mother here, not taking any painkiller." I squeaked: "But I will breast-feed!" (which I did), and then came Dr. M.-M., luring me: "I'll give you something very, very special - very, very exquisite." (I was a bit disappointed when it only made me see vast fields of red poppies then, so realistic my mind seems to be even when caught in the soft clutches of opium - sorry, but I did NOT find the gist of a breathtaking novel.
So: I was raised the Prussian style: "Don't make a fuss!"
And I am not old enough (and hopefully will never be) to indulge into the meticulous vivid graphic nasty details of illnesses a lot of people gleefully try to outdo each other with.
But believe me: on Monday I was felled like a German oak - though that image is wrong: when yesterday fever started I lost 1 kg weight over night - now I am more like Kate Moss - 59 kg for 1.78m is not what I would call obese - so: I was felled like a birch. Can't speek. (Very unusual for Hans). I try not to swallow (that works longer as one thinks!)
In short: I feel like I imagine I will feel when I'm 107 years old, my mood corresponds nicely to that dire state, and languidly I fall on the sofa when I moved from the bed 'to get a little exercise'.
What were always the encouringing words of my father?
"Ill weed grow apace" (in Germany we say: "Weeds don't perish")
A Quantum of Solace, that is.


 

13 comments:

  1. Get well soon - and don't shout!

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    1. Thanks, at the moment I don't even whisper.. I am unusually schtum.

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  2. Mix half a cup of Manuka honey with one drop of thyme oil and take one teaspoonful twice a day.

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    1. Thank you, I'll let Hans buy the thyme oil tomorrow (Manuka I have - can you imagine that it felt like fire?) At the moment I gargle with fresh sage-tea.

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  3. Big sympathy from over here, but no useful tips. Just sleep, sleep, sleep. I hope you heal soon.

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  4. Thank you - I can sleep - or doze - like a world champion.

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  5. My dear Britta, is it wrong that I chuckled at 'felled birch?' :)

    Rest up, beauty.

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  6. I will, Suze - at the moment I discover the secret of those long summer days when one was four years old (well - when I'm awake, that is)

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  7. Thank you, Sue! Tomorrow, hopefully..

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  8. What are you talking about, 107 years old? You're still a sapling! Come to think of it, I wonder if some birch tonic or something like it would be good for keeping up your strength? Good thoughts are sent your way for a quick recovery.

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  9. Dear Walk2write,
    I like the sapling :-) Birch tonic from Weleda is an excellent thing that I use as sort of spring-cure. And I can't complain: 7 years nothing at all is really good -- and I am feeling better a little bit..

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  10. Hope by now you are all better and in good health. I haven't been knockdown, in the bed sick for many many years. When we strong ladies fall, we fall hard. Be strong!

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