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Mar 01, 2005 06:16 # 33662

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Onions and nightquil

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About an hour ago I took some nightquil, because the onions don't seem to be doing anything.

I suppose an explaination is in order. There is a very old remedy for illness and it goes like this: you put oinions in your socks and then put them on and they will draw what ever sickness is in your body out.

My mother told me about this. Years ago she had phenumonia in her chest so bad that she couldn't touch her skin because the pain was too bad. So she did what her mother did when there was illness. She sliced some onion up and put them in her socks and went to bed.

In the morning, the onions were black and her chest was clear.
She felt fine. A trip to the doctor confermed that the phenumonia was gone.

Now there is scientific basis for this. Onions have very strong drawing power and so it makes sense. Besides being very high in vitamin C.

So, being tired of fighting illness, which has made doing much of anything an exausting process, including going to work today and almost hitting several cars because I almost fell asleep at the wheel.
I decited enough was enough. So I got an onion and sliced it up and put them in my socks and put my slippers on and passed out on the couch.

I've checked them a few times and nothing. I still felt like shit, only now I'm restless.
So I decited about an hour ago, that since my fever is back on the rise, that nightquil was in order.
At least I could go back to sleep and when morning comes maybe the onions will be black and I'll feel ok.

here in lays the problem. The oinions feel weird. the nightquil hasn't knocked me out. It's made me feel like I'm riding in an elevator that keeps comming to a jerking stop.
So I figured the best thing to do in a situation like this is journal.

So here I am. I feel real weird tonight. Walking on onions to get here feels like walking on slimy bits of stuff.
I know I should probably take the onions out and maybe go for some fresh slices and just lay there until sleep comes,
but I'm restless.
I feel like I'm drunk, and I can't sleep.

I think I'm so over stressed that my body has taken to spasoming because the muscles are tweeked out from being the recipients of my stress.

So, knowing that my stress level is off the grid, my body doesn't know how to relax anymore.
I'm so use to pushing to keep going forward. I feel guilty about resting.
I should be doing something.
But I'm so wiped out and at the moment a little weird, no make that alot weird in my head, that doing anything other than the occasional visit to the bathroom and now comming down here,
is the only think I seem to be able to do.

I want to win the lottery in the worst way. I want to get past all this expectation I have of myself that if I'm awake then I should be doing something constructive, because if I don't do it then it won't get done, and that makes me a terrible person.

I am the person that has to fix everything....

But my body doesn't know that. All it knows is that I've been running it ragged trying to do shit.

And what makes it worse, is that at work we've got this thing comming up on Saturday, and if all goes according to plan there will be about 250 people who will be expecting to do all these different things that they get to take home with them, and the people who know their stuff, and I have asked to be there to help, my manager has decited that they are all working that day.
This was after I told him who I had asked to help me with this thing.

The fucker sabotoged me. Again. He's done this several times. I've worked hard trying to get things up off the ground and when I talk to him, he over rides what I've done and it ends up failing.

I don't know what it is with this person that makes this keep happening.

So as soon as I'm past this illness, I'm going back out there and looking for work again. This illness put a damper on my search.
There has only been one week in the month of feburary that I've felt decient.

What he doesn't know is that after I get another job, and get ready to quit, I'm getting ahold of the district manager and tell him what's been going on.

It'll be my parting gift.

I've come to the conclusion that this is the only way that change will ever take place in the place where I work.
If I don't let the district manager know, the next person who takes this job won't last in it either.

And there have been too many people who have gone through this same shit as I have that didn't need to. It's time all of this was stopped.
And being the kind of person I am, who is willing to go out there and do what needs to be done, it seems that this task is one that is over due in happening.

...the oinions feel so funky. But I don't care. If they do what they are suppose to, then job hunting will be back on the adjenda, that is of course, unless I win the lottery.
then I'm taking a long vacation.
And talking to the district manager and tell him what's been going on.

I'm going to stop for now. I need to go use the bathroom.

Sleep well everyone.

Mar 01, 2005 19:37 # 33676

ReallyCoolDude *** replies...

Re: Onions and nightquil

I an eagerly waiting to read part 2 of your journal entry. Were the onions black in the morning?

Hope you get well soon!

Love is blind, but marriage is a real eye opener.

Mar 02, 2005 15:03 # 33699

harold_maude *** replies...

Re: Onions and nightquil

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Thank you.

Unfortunately no. They were however completely transparent. Since onions are high in vitamin C if I remember correctly, then what happened instead of the oinions drawing the illness out, my body sucked the vitamin c out of the onion, which isn't bad.

My feet were really soft in the morning and there was no onion smell, which surprised me.
I'm still fighting this nasty flu, and now it's become a matter of finding a possition to sleep in so that after I pass out from exaustion or the nightquil, that I don't wake up after an hour or so to an explosion of screeching, that being the cough that I have now.
All kinds of crap is comming up, which is good. But my ribs feel like someone has taken a baseball bat to them, and I'm beyond exaustion.

I have to work today and the next 5 days, before I get another day off, so it's going to be hard.
But I've discovered that I'm pretty tough, and have this thing about going and going, kind of like the energizer bunny, except it takes my body getting to the point of collapse before I stop.

Anyway, that's what happened with the onions. I'm going to talk to my mom and ask her if it was a specific type of onion that she used.

Interesting stuff at any rate.

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