Onions are apparently this season's cure all. Or always have been only that we've somehow lost onion wisdom in the progression of Modern Medicine.
In case you haven't already heard:
You can only imagine what I was doing after I left Snap Snap yesterday.
If you guessed: Running to the grocery for a yellow onion, you'd be correct!
I then went home, peeled it and cut the bottom off (just in case it needed to be cut as well, because some of the web sites about onions said that the onion needed to be sliced and spread around a plate) and put it in a bowl. I then carried it around from room to room with me. So, no matter where I was, so there was my onion.
I don't know if it succeeded in doing anything more than making me crave Italian food...but my cough was a lot looser last night (I did start taking cough medicine as well though...but the onion was a lot cheaper) Which is making me feel relieved. I'm not sure if I should have placed the onion around earlier in the season to prevent from even being sick at all, but I certainly hope it's pulling the flu toxins out of the air as we speak. I mean, Mena was very interested in it last night and had to sit quite close to it and smell it and gaze from me back to the onion.
I can't imagine what was going on in her head.
Oh wait. Yes I can:
"Stop coughing and look at me woman! (looking at me) Have you gone stark raving mad?! (looking back at the onion) Is the fact that you now have to sleep propped up on two pillows so you don't cough every breath finally catching up with you?! (looking back at me) Get me some Italian food!"
Said onion didn't turn black from the amount of toxins in the air at Foolsewoode like one of my friends suggested it might...but it probably will if I leave it in that bowl long enough.
As it is, I am willing to try anything to get rid of this thing.
I'll wear the onion around my neck
I'll cut it up, and tie it to the bottom of my feet
I'll slice the onion into rings and wear it on the sides of my head as Princes Leah hair
Because having this cold/flu? Is like having (and I'm trying to put this delicately) a combination of bronchitis and bulimia. Because sometimes when you get started coughing, you...um. Well, let's just say that I'm really hungry, nervous to eat anything, and I'm loosing weight.
Come on Onion!