Damn Hormones.

So I was just perusing some information on what you can and cannot take medicine-wise, like, say, for a cold, when you’re pregnant.  The verdict?  Easy.

What you can take: Nothing.

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So it’s safe to say that I’m feeling a little sorry for myself.  Not even an Advil, really?  Maybe I shouldn’t have taken that whole “benefits outweighing the risks” bit so much to heart.  I mean, children have turned out fine and people, short of taking Accutane and Thalidomide, have taken pain pills and antibiotics and decongestants and all manner of drugs before.

But I guess I also feel like being a little whiny.  I was remembering earlier, through a rather disgusting series of events that included that particularly off-putting thing that small children do wherein they take a sip of your nice grown-up drink (“I have some of that?  Peez? May? I?”) and then proceed to deposit half of their mouth’s contents right into what becomes San Pellegrino, Torani syrup with a festive amount of ice and a liberal sprinkling of carrot by-product, a drink that my grandmother used to make for me when I was sick.

My grandmother was a hard person to live with on occasion, especially as I became older and less dependent on her; but she truly shined when you were sick or in need of a little TLC.  So whenever I was down with a cold, she would prepare something that may sound as gross as the Toddler Italian Soda listed above, but which to me was a real treat when I was feeling sorry for myself, as I am now.

She would finely grate a carrot and then pour boiling hot water over it.  Then she would squeeze almost a whole lime and add a few generous spoonfuls of honey. 

And then I’d eat the carrots, made soft and sweet and tender by the water and the honey and the lime, and pretend I was a horse eating straw.  And my throat would still hurt, but somehow I knew someone loved me, because I was eating my carrots and honey.

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I wish sometimes things were as simple as that.

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5 thoughts on “Damn Hormones.

  1. Sorry to hear you’re feeling so crappy. (Tylenol is supposed to be okay, by the way. Not that it helps all that much with most cold symptoms.)
    I’d never heard of the carrot cold remedy. I enjoyed the little story.

  2. Talk to your OB/GYN or midwife. There are things you can take.

  3. Sometimes, things are that simple. We’ve just managed to complicate the hell out of them. When I’m sick, I revert to simplicity. My mother always use to tell us, if we’d get up and take a bath/shower and put on clean pajamas, we’d feel considerably better. While we were doing that, she’d change the bed and put clean sheets and blankets on. Aside from changing the sheets and blankets (but only because I lack of energy and am no longer living with mother), I go with the shower and clean jammies thing. Works every single time. It doesn’t cure what’s ailing me, but I sure feel a lot better and am able to rest just by virtue of having washed some of the sick away.
    Hope you’re feeling better soon. Nothing worse than being sick in the summer. 😦

  4. anOCgirl on said:

    hope you feel better soon!
    and it’s ok if you’re being whiny. ur entitled to a little bit of ‘woe is me’ when you’re not feeling so great.

  5. I can understand your concern over taking things… when I was 6 mos. pregnant with our youngest I had emergency gall bladder surgery… try no pain meds after surgery with an active baby kicking under your staples! Ugh!
    Hang in there!

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