Mid-March blues, Panacea for the poor
After going through my birthday in late February and having a few days of fun, I get slapped in the face with a pesky cold. The incurable disease kept me in bed for two days and on a nose-blowing tissue binge for a week! I wasn’t about to damage my liver with cough medicine or try my neighbor’s sacrificial voodoo rituals. Relief wasn’t out of the picture though.