As mentioned in my last post, I had planned to take some time off for the holidays. That came to pass via unintended means. Rather than celebrate and eat and drink myself into an ever-expanding waistline, I fell into a diet regimen with astonishing results. I call it the HC Diet; HC stands for head cold.
The amazing thing about this protocol is its ability to work despite any intentions the user has to drop out. So, instead of eating rich foods and consuming adult beverages, I’ve been subsisting on a diet of coffee and phlegm. This has been augmented by a strict policy of exercise avoidance.
Though I managed to drag myself to the keyboard for this brief post, the rest of my efforts have been confined to travel between bed and sofa.
Another interesting effect of this miracle diet is its impact on certain intellectual and emotional functions. My creativity, for instance, has all but disappeared along with my interest in virtually any program available on TV. I flipped through at least a thousand movie titles available free on cable, and couldn’t find a single one that touched my fancy much less tickled it.
Two visits to the local Doc in a Box generated four prescriptions and two injections (that required a different sort of cheek turning).
Am I feeling better? I dunno. I’m going back to bed now. Maybe I’ll have a better idea about that when I wake up. Tomorrow. Or the next day.