this lady has been bed-ridden by a flu for the last few days. all the usual heavy hitters of any flu and an unfamiliar, complete, crippling and dizzying exhaustion. this sleepyness has been a soporific, balmy weight that is nearly beyond fighting. this strikes me as the most odd, the body's inclination to curl up in a heap of cool, crackling bedclothes: ambrosia for the ailing insides. for the most part, sleep has been the strongest antidote for this set back (which i attribute to sickly little ones, vomiting parents, strangers in town for Sundance (two weeks after the 'festival most Parkites will succumb to something similar like clockwork, every year...) and the many plans, preparations and checklists that have weakened the whole household from the inside out).
in addition to that delicious sleep cure, chicken soup has also fought the battle gallantly,
along with heavy doses of petroselinum hortense, or, the common parsley which is a powerhouse of herbal medicine despite its commonplace presence sprinkled across most anything. parsley is uncommonly high in vitamin C (beating out lemons, grapefruits and oranges) which helps any ailing body out. additionally it is high in iron and calcium, a detoxifier for the kidneys and an appetite stimulant. while most invalids do not have an immediate use for an abundance of iron and calcium (though those without appetite can often become anaemic due to a low caloric intake), a hefty dose of appetite stimulant and kidney flushing will make almost anyone feel better. hot soup in general is also an aid in raising the body temperature to burn out low-grade bacterial infections (essentially inducing a fever.) and there is certainly something comforting in clutching a hot bowl of broth and noodles and sniffing in a self-pitying fashion from beneath the eiderdown one has dragged onto the couch and climbed into up to the throat.
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