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Name: Rochelle
Country: United States
State: Texas
Metro: Wichita Falls
Birthday: 7/19/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: I love to read. Reading comes before all my other intrests, even anime. Words have a voice and I find a surreal serenity just hearing the different voices. Reading is my pleasure, my inspiration, and especially my escape.
Expertise: "Giving my essays flavor" according to one of my teachers. I want my expertise to be something that'll help me get into nursing, but we'll just have to see how that goes. I guess I'm also an expert at my job and Marble Slab, but I'm not sure that's something to be proud of.
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  KawaiiTinyChell
Member Since:
10/29/2003
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| The first thing I do when I get sick is retreat to my bed. My healing cocoon. My safe, relaxing zone. That is what my bed is, and that is my first resort for when I want to get better.
After sleeping the day away, I make tea. Ginger tea with honey. It makes my throat feel better and quells the nausea and vomiting.
Tea is followed by lúgao, which is a rice porridge with egg, ginger, and chicken broth. It's warm, soothing, and it's what my mom always used to make when I was feeling bad.
If I'm still sick the next day, I wrap myself in my childhood security blanket (as I type this, I have it tied like a cape around my shoulders), camp my butt on my couch with my tissue paper, plastic bag to put the used tissue paper, and I zone out in front of the television until my stomach tells me to eat more lúgao.
I repeat the process until I'm better or until my obligations of school, work, family, and friends call on me at which I shower, put lotion on my peeling nose, suck it up and smile until I can go back to bed.
That is how I deal with being sick. | | |
| When I was younger, I always heard people say to pinch your nose when taking nasty tasting medicine. Being a somewhat sickly child and always taking to take some children's medicine or another, I've had plenty of opportunities to "pinch my nose." Let me just say this: pinching your nose doesn't get rid of the taste. I realize a large percentage of taste is based on smell, but when it comes to yucky flavored syrups, that percentage isn't enough to help.
As an adult I still have my fair share of vile tasting medicines, but I'd adopted the "just-suck-it-up-and-take-it" attitude. Here are some tips and tricks to dealing with medications that taste bad.
-Pinch your nose... Okay, that's only part of it. Pinch your nose, swallow a gulp of air (it makes your ears feel muffled), and hold your breath before taking the medicine and then once you've swallowed the medicine gulp down your beverage before exhaling. Why? Well, what I've learned is that tastes are more potent when you inhale or exhale. So, pinching your nose and swallowing that gulp of air eliminates most of the immediate taste and then holding your breath until your mouth has been rinsed by your drink takes care of the after taste.
-Suck on some ice beforehand. The ice numbs your tongue and lessens the intense flavor.
-If you have to down a large amount of nasty flavored stuff (e.g. magnesium citrate... blarg), if you can, chill it. It's the same idea how some people are able to drink water from anywhere so long as it's cold. Not all water tastes the same, but so long as it's cold, it's tolerable.
-Use a straw and then place the straw on the back of your tongue where there are less taste buds. I actually picked this up as a trick to downing my alcoholic beverages, but it works well with medications you have to take in large volumes quickly.
-Have some bread or crackers on hand for immediately after you've drank your water to wash it down. A bland starchy food is a great neutralizer for spicy foods and strong flavored medications.
-My last suggestion would be oranges or orange juice. Oranges are used to naturally cleanse the palette between food courses and the citrus flavor gets rid of the medicine flavor pretty well.
Any other suggestions? | | |
| (Elphaba):
I'm limited
Just look at me - I'm limited
And just look at you
You can do all I couldn't do, Glinda
So now it's up to you
For both of us - now it's up to you...
(Glinda):
I've heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you...
Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good
(Elphaba):
It well may be
That we will never meet again
In this lifetime
So let me say before we part
So much of me
Is made of what I learned from you
You'll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend...
Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a skybird
In a distant wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
(Glinda):
Because I knew you
(Both):
I have been changed for good
(Elphaba):
And just to clear the air
I ask forgiveness
For the things I've done you blame me for
(Glinda):
But then, I guess we know
There's blame to share
(Both):
(Glinda):
Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
(Elphaba):
Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a bird in the wood
(Both):
Who can say if I've been
Changed for the better?
I do believe I have been
Changed for the better
(Glinda):
And because I knew you...
(Elphaba):
Because I knew you...
(Both):
Because I knew you...
I have been changed for good...
For Good - Wicked Soundtrack | | |
| It's sweet that you checked here.
Good luck on your test. | | |
| "If in the skylight, tawny afternoon a drift of care
It's only love, but gone in the way of everything.
If in the morning of your soul, a brush of tenderly imagined lips,
It's only love, but gone in the way of everything.
If in the messy cocktail dregs of a midnight glass, a teardrop falls,
It's only love, but gone in the way of everything.
If in the singing twilight of the dawn, you give your heart unwanted,
It's only love, but gone in the way of everything.
Then what in the hours of your life is love?
It's here and gone, and gives its name to everything."
Jasmine's poem - Dancing at the Blue Iguana
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