I've been so sick that I made this for breakfast.
Forget about hot tea - cool berries are so much better.
Don't strap onions to my chest or garlic to my feet; I will not have a scarf tied round my neck while I sleep or gel slathered across my back.
But I will throw the window open and let the freezing air disinfect my lungs, suck on cold ice chips to soothe the burning furnace that is my throat, and warm back up in front of hubby's cozy fire.
I'm a bad patient, yes. A bad, bad, bad bad bad bad patient.
Where'd that smoothie go?