My husband hardly gets to see my face these days. All he sees is a big ball of clothes walking around the house. Winter is here in Sydney and it has steamrolled me.
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I have to say, my programming pair today was extremely patient. I must have scared the eardrums out of his soul with my coughing. By 4 pm I decided to take the evening off as my coughs became unmanageable.
Being sick is also the time when I drink loads of hot water, which results in me visiting the loo 200 times a day. I meet almost every employee of our office in the brightly lit corridor separating the ladies and gent’s toilets. Well, that also pretty much sums up my social life.
My husband has been feeding me so much turmeric and ginger that one of these days a turmeric root might shoot out of my nose. But really, it’s Turmeric-Milk and lime-honey-ginger that has kept my chest from exploding.
I am an ice princess. My hands and feet are always cold. Any nip in temperature makes me bring out my shawl, jackets, stockings, blankets, double blankets… you get the drift. But would you believe that it’s because of my genes. I got a mutated gene that keeps my haemoglobin count low, hence my hands and feet are always cold. My Iron levels are normal though, so I can’t take any iron supplements. This genetic mutation called ‘Haemoglobin E’ runs in people of South east Asia, Northeast India, Sri Lanka and Bangladesh descent. And I came to know about it only last year during an annual check up when my doc found this difference in Iron and hb count and asked me go for blood typing as well. Mom being Mom, has read up every single article and book available in Jorhat (she is still not into the whole internet/Google thingy) . And now I get to hear her comprehensive understanding of the condition every time I call her.
Now if only turmeric could cure this too.
On a parting note, look what I found in the health section. Dadiji k Nuske in pardes too :).