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decolonize-the-left · 11 months
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Hi!
I ran across some native medicine that would be helpful for people with hip bursitis.
Soak a piece of flannel in castor oil apply it to the area cover with a heating pad. The cloth can be stored in a glass jar in the fridge & reused as needed.
The friend who shared this said she covers the cloth with Saran Wrap & it is messy but the relief from pain is worth it. She's had this pain for years and swears this makes the pain go away.
It's not sacred knowledge so feel free to share it with anyone you think that it could help and maybe wear orange on Orange Shirt Day as thanks.
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wizardsaur · 2 months
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Ass-Kicking Sick Tea
Being on day 5 of a real doozy of a sinus/throat bug, I figured I’d share an old “recipe”. It’s like a hot toddy, but without the booze or dehydrating factors. Base tea (Green is good for immunity, throat coat, or chamomile before bed). Use a big mug, and two tea bags. It should be strong. Honey, two big spoonfuls. Lemon juice, also two big spoonfuls. A sprinkle of turmeric, ginger, and…
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reachingworldlive · 1 month
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How to Clean Black Neck Spots the Right Way
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faofinn · 7 months
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12. Old Wives Tale
Fred had to smile, taking the copy from her. It had been his copy, dog eared and worn, a gift from his brother years ago. She'd not managed to get much further than where they'd left; wanting to wait until they were back together, curled up and reading separately. She figured that her curled up on him and Fred reading to her was just as good (if not better), and she pulled out the puppydog eyes. 
He never could resist her, and opened the book to start to read aloud, his voice soft so she could fall back asleep if she needed. 
Sheila ended up dozing, content in Fred's arms. His voice was soft and home, making her feel better. The paracetamol had helped, too, bringing her fever down a little. When she woke, it was late afternoon, and Fred was nowhere to be found. She stretched out with a sigh, trying to build the energy to get up.
"Fred?" She called, padding through the house, her blanket cocooned around her. "Fred?"
"Kitchen!" He called, his voice carrying. 
"You left me." She grumbled good-naturedly; whatever he was cooking smelled too good to argue with him. 
"Oh, I'm sorry." He met her in the doorway, wrapping his arms around her. "How are you feeling at the moment?"
She leaned into him. "Mm, better. Still rubbish."
"That's a bit better, you look better than you did before." He said softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I'm just making some tea for us."
"It smells good."
"It's an old family recipe, it'll make you feel better."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, it’s chicken soup. It'll fix all your illnesses."
She laughed. "That's just an old wives tale."
"So you don't want it?" He teased. 
"No, no." She said quickly, her stomach rumbling. "I didn't say that."
He laughed. "Pull up a chair? I've gotta finish stirring."
She reluctantly peeled herself away from him, perching on the counter instead of a chair. "You'll have to teach me."
"Of course, when you’re better, though. It wouldn’t stick right now." He chatted away to her as he finished up, tidying away the pots and pans, and decanting a few portions into some tupperware. 
"Want some bread with it?" Fred asked, rubbing her knee.
"Mm?" She blinked at him, rubbing her eyes. "What?"
He laughed. "I thought you'd gone quiet. You'd fallen asleep up there."
"I wasn't asleep." She protested. 
He wrapped his arms around her, picking her up. She nestled into him, holding onto him like a koala. He carried her through to the living room, setting her on the sofa.
"Put something on the TV? I'll bring your soup through."
She grinned at him, tucking her feet up. "Thank you."
Fred returned to the kitchen, pouring her a glass of apple juice before carrying both their teas through. He settled the tray on her lap and curled up next to her. "So, what have we got?"
Sheila looked up at him with a smile, sheepishly taking the tray. “Just whatever I could find on.”
"Good enough for me. Careful, it's hot."
“Thank you.”
He stretched forward to steal a kiss, quickly settling back down to eat. "There's some for the freezer too, and enough for tomorrow."
“You shouldn’t kiss me.” She mumbled. 
"I'm gonna get sick anyway." He shrugged. "Well, I'm not, because this is gonna cure us both."
She made no effort to move away, snuggling against him the best she could with her bowl of soup. The first spoon was heaven, warm and comforting, and she sighed happily. 
"Better?"
“Much. You’ve cured me.”
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It's Summer time! Which means many of us get to have fun in the sun for much needed Vitamin D; which we know helps regulate our immune systems and the absorption of calcium & phosphorus.
Unfortunately, for many of us, fun in the sun also equals sunburns. And what's the first thing we think of when treating a sunburn? Aloe Vera!
Besides being the fragrant green gel in a bottle you buy at the drug store, Aloe Vera is a succulent plant that grows in hot, dry climates and has been used for multiple medicinal benefits for centuries, as we find evidence of its use in Ancient Egypt.
Although aloe is 99 percent water, aloe gel also contains substances known as glycoproteins and polysaccharides. Glycoproteins speed the healing process by stopping pain and inflammation while polysaccharides stimulate skin growth and repair. These substances may also stimulate the immune system.
Most often, Aloe is used topically (applied to the skin). Topical use of aloe is promoted for acne, lichen planus (a very itchy rash on the skin or in the mouth), oral submucous fibrosis, burning mouth syndrome, burns, and radiation-induced skin toxicity.
But did you know you can ingest aloe Vera juice to benefit digestion, immune support, and the extract has benefits for your oral health too?
You can add aloe vera juice to foods like smoothies, cocktails, and juice blends. The juice is a widely known health product with numerous benefits including blood sugar regulation, improved digestion, constipation relief, promote weight loss, diabetes, hepatitis, and inflammatory bowel disease (a group of conditions caused by gut inflammation that includes Crohn’s disease and ulcerative colitis).
The Juice may contain gel, or pulp, the latex (the layer between gel and skin), and green leaf parts. These are all liquefied together in juice form. Some juices are only made from gel, while others filter the leaf and latex out. It's good to note that the latex has a laxative effect.
In a 2014 study published in the Ethiopian Journal of Health Sciences, researchers found aloe vera extract to be a safe and effective alternative to chemical-based mouthwashes. The plant’s natural ingredients, which include a healthy dose of vitamin C, can block plaque. It can also provide relief if you have bleeding or swollen gums.
Best part is, you can grow your own little aloe plant and use the gel from inside the leaves right at home.
How has aloe helped you? Happy summering!
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fakehouseresident · 11 months
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Okay so I well and truly have a Proper Illness (not just the chronic ones) for the first time in a while so I'm gonna make a tutorial for a little thing I call
✨️Potion Of Makes You Feel Better✨️
This is ideal for any sort of nose and throat based illnesses, but would probably be good for a lot of things. I'm not a doctor, I'm just some guy who likes to call my home remedies "potions" to add whimsy to my life.
It's gonna be long, so I'm putting it under a cut.
Okay, for this you will need:
☆ Ingredients ☆
1 Can of Chicken Noodle Soup (or comparable soup for your dietary restrictions.)
1 Instant Miso soup packet. I prefer shiro miso but other kinds are fine. I've also had it with aka miso and it was fine.
1 egg. You should really wisk it in a cup beforehand but I am lazy today, due to the agonies. This can be removed if you need to make it kosher or vegan or something.
(Optional) Flavor fixings. The soup is pretty rich on its own, but I like to add a little sesame oil and soy sauce.
☆ Tools ☆
Saucepan. If you have trouble with stirring, maybe do a slightly larger one than what I used here.
Spoon. This is also your eating spoon as well as your stirring spoon. Less dishes!
Bigger Serving Bowl. It's hard to tell in my pictures, but the bowl I'm using is very large.
Hot pad to go under the bowl so you can hold it.
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Step 1
On a smaller burner than what I used here, start to prepare soup as per package instructions. For example, Campbell's soup adds 1 cans worth of water to the mix.
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Step 2
When the soup is to the point where it is producing a little steam and the broth is incorporating, add the instant miso soup packet. Give it a little stir and let the contents start to rehydrate/dissolve.
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Step 3
When there aren't any globs of powder left and you start to see the seaweed rehydrate, add your fixings and stir. (Sesame oil floats, soy sauce sinks). You'll also see here where I stopped being a dumbass and switched to a smaller burner.
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Add egg. This process is a lot easier if you whisked the egg beforehand (in a mug with a fork), but I'm feeling lazy today so I just cracked it into the pot. Stir the concoction, ideally in a single direction like egg drop soup.
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Let it boil a little, until the top is foamy and it's consistently producing steam. Then, quickly but carefully, pour into your bowl.
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WAIT. Don't eat it right away, it was just boiling and is going to be hot! Take it wherever you're going to be eating it. Have it sit somewhere below your face, so the steam can get inhaled. Give it gentle stirs to help it cool more quickly, and when you feel it's cooled enough, enjoy!
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Thats it! Feel free to add additions/alternatives, I'm curious to know if anyone tries this or has advice. Hope you feel better soon, and that the pain passes with ease.
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sunwithmoon · 1 year
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wallipedia · 7 months
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Amazing Barley Benefits for Skin in 2023: How Barley Gives Your Skin a Healthy Glow
Barley benefits for skin: As you scan the shelves of your local health food store, one ancient grain that you can’t ignore is barley. Barley deserves your special attention. This versatile cereal grain has been cultivated for over 10,000 years, and it was a staple in ancient Egypt, Greece, and Rome. Today, barley is gaining recognition as a nutritional powerhouse that can boost your health and…
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Homemakers! Squirrel this away in your basket of home remedies. If you're sick or feel like you're getting sick, do this bathtub soak for 30 minutes. It hasn't failed me yet. Pretty sure it eliminated my second round of covid (I didn't and won't get tested). I was feeling like I was about to get sick the last 3 days. Soaked yesterday after church and I'm feeling much better today. It's also good for winter chills and general cheerfulness
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birdnamedenza · 2 years
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Home Remedy
@sicktember
Prompts: Home Remedy, Tepid Bath, Flu
There's actually a way darker story I have planned with the same characters, but I wanted to introduce William and Alessio in a more lighthearted way. The home remedy prompt just fit perfectly. They have a really sweet relationship and I'm tempted to write another scenario with lots of love and caretaking. Emeto only starts in the third and last part of the story.
TW: Vomiting, Sickness
For someone who had studied infectious diseases and earned his livelihood researching them, William was remarkably bad at being sick. He despised the weakness that came with it. The complete loss of control over his body. The enhanced perception of sounds and light and smells that made the already overwhelming world almost unbearable. The variety of bodily excretions, each one more unpleasant than the last. As much as pathogens fascinated him in theory, he absolutely despised the effects they had on himself.
He had been at work when disaster stroke. Intense pain had hit him over the head, quickly spreading to his shoulders and chest like the worst kind of sore muscles. A series of chills had been running down his spine, even though the AC kept the temperature in the lab at a steady 20 °C. William had tried to ignore it, but his knees were getting weaker by the minute. After about an hour, his throat had felt sore like he‘d been scrubbing it with sandpaper. At this point, it had become impossible to deny the obvious. William knew the tell-tale symptoms of influenza all too well. Of course he had gotten his annual flu shot, but the virus had decided to surprise everyone with a seasonal genetic drift. One of his colleagues had caught it from her kids and apparently had been generous enough to share it.
Now it was the third day William had spent on his couch and he still felt like absolute garbage. His fever hadn’t dropped below 38° C and spiked every evening. A dry cough kept him awake at night and during the day he was so weak that he could barely walk to the toilet. That was the main reason he stayed on the sofa, it was closer to the bathroom. William also didn’t want to disturb his husband’s sleep with his frequent bouts of hacking up his lungs, even though Alessio constantly assured him that he didn’t mind.
The worst thing, however, was the boredom. Hours melted into an eternity when there was nothing to do. Reading or watching TV weren’t options because they soon made him feel like being placed in a head crusher. With his whole body constantly hurting, there was no comfortable position. Eating was a chore, even his favorite meals had become repulsive. Alessio would sit by his side and read stories to him, but just listening was exhausting enough and, more often than not, triggered his headache.
William wanted to crawl out of his own body.
„I made some soup for you, caro“, Alessio announced with a smile. He looked adorable in his cooking apron, his dark brown curls as messy as usual. William suppressed the desperate urge to kiss him. So far Alessio hadn’t developed any symptoms, there was no need to tempt fate. „Chicken soup, like my nonna used to feed me when I was sick.“
The steaming bowl of tomato broth with tender shreds of chicken thighs, ditalini pasta and lots of chopped up vegetables would have made William’s mouth water under different circumstances. Not so much today. The aroma was too intense and his stomach constantly felt like it was filled to the brim, even though he only choked down minuscule portions.
„You are the best“, William smiled, genuinely grateful. Alessio had spend so much time in the kitchen, knowing perfectly well that William would barely consume anything of what he prepared. Somehow, his husband seemed to enjoy taking care of him. More proof that he would be an incredible dad.
„Try it.“ Alessio sat down on his chair right next to the couch, took a spoonful of soup and gently blew on it to cool it down. Then he fed it to William, careful not to spill anything on the light beige sofa.
„It’s good. It really is. I’m just not very hungry.“ Which was an understatement. The rich umami taste overpowered William‘s senses, but he knew he had to force himself to eat. His body was a feeble, shivering mess that could barely support itself. It needed some fuel and a healthy soup seemed just right for the purpose.
„Don’t worry, it will make you feel better.“ Alessio kept on spoon-feeding William, gently wiping his chin with a napkin as some drops escaped his mouth. His kindness was enough to make William try as hard as he could to empty the bowl. He almost succeeded, but then the aversion became too much and a wave of fatigue washed over him. Panting like he had run a marathon, he sank back into the pillows. Which, of course, sent his body into an instant fit of coughing.
When the torturous tickle in his throat finally subsided, William was covered in sweat. Alessio brushed back some ash blond streaks and placed a hand on his forehead.
„Will, you are burning up.“
„Always getting worse in the ev’ning“, William muttered, eyes closed. „I’ll take some paracetamol for the night.“
„I wish I could help you.“ Alessio sat in silence for a minute. When he spoke up again, his tone had shifted from concern to determination. „Your pills haven’t done much for you so far. What we need are some tried and tested home remedies.“
„…as long as they’re somewhat based in science.“
„Trust me“, Alessio reassured him. „These things have been passed down in my family for centuries.“
It was only after Alessio had already rushed out of the living room when William’s feverish brain realized that the glow in his husband’s eyes had been a little too enthusiastic.
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„Look what I have prepared for you“, Alessio beamed with vigor. William, who leaned heavily on the taller man’s shoulder, ogled the bathtub with tired eyes.
„I already feel lightheaded. I don’t think I can handle a bath right now.“
„Oh no no no, that’s not a regular bath. That’s a tepid bath!“, his husband declared with a proud smile. „Not too hot, not too cold. It will bring your temperature down.“
„I am 98 % percent sure that it has not been medically proven to have a significant effect“, William tried to talk himself out of the situation. His body was still busy deciding if he was sweating or freezing. The thought of immersing himself in lukewarm water instantly made him shiver.
„It has really helped me as a child. Give it a chance, please.“ Alessio looked at his husband with sad puppy dog eyes. They were impossible to resist in peak physical condition, let alone when William was worn out enough to lie down and sleep on the naked bathroom floor.
„Alright. I guess it won’t hurt, either.“
Alessio helped William to step over the rim and safely lowered him into the water. An immediate shudder ran through his entire body, causing him to cough harshly. He winced as the rough hacks burned his raw throat.
„Easy there, caro, try to relax.“ After William had returned to steady breaths, Alessio grabbed a sponge and started to gently wipe his skin. It was a relieve to get rid of the sticky cold sweat, made him feel more like a human being again. Maybe it would even loosen up his sore muscles. William focused on inhaling deep enough to calm down without triggering another bout of coughing.
For about five minutes, everything went well. Then, all of a sudden, the sensation shifted in a rather drastic manner. William began to quiver, then tremble. Goosebumps formed all over his pale skin. His outside was freezing while his insides were rapidly heating up.
„I don’t feel right“, he moaned, then clenched his jaws to prevent his teeth from chattering.
„That doesn’t look right either.“ Alessio scratched his head. „Let’s get you out of this.“
His strong arms wrapped around William’s body. Alessio had to lift him up because he was shaking so hard that he failed to get back on his feet. After placing his husband on the bath rug, Alessio wrapped him in a big, fluffy towel and gently dried him off.
„I’m so sorry, cuore.“ He looked as guilty as a dog that had been caught eating the birthday cake.
„No, it… it’s fine… probably something about vasoconstruction and metabolic heat production and the central thermoragulation set point…“
„Don’t rack your brain, you’re not at work.“ Alessio helped William to stand up. He was still awfully weak and completely exhausted, but at least he managed to walk back to the living room with his husband’s assistance. Alessio parked William on their most comfortable armchair while he changed the bedding on the sofa. It was probably still clammy from his earlier outbreak of sweating. When everything was as good as new, Alessio lead William to the couch and tucked him in.
„Can you… bring me my meds for the night?“, William rasped.
„No. Something much better.“ Without warning, the unsettling smile was back. „My mom’s miracle cure.“
„Al… please.“ William grabbed his husband’s hand. „You do everything to take care of me and I know that all you want is to make me get better, but… I’d rather stick to regular medicine right now. Tried and tested, remember? So… could you please just give me my paracetamol?“
„Don’t worry“, Alessio assured and placed a kiss on his forehead, „it contains paracetamol.“
Before William could dig any deeper, Alessio was rushing towards the kitchen.
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When Alessio returned with a mug in his hand and a grin on his face, William instantly had a bad feeling about it. The smell would have been unpleasant in his hungriest moments. With his current food aversion, the cup’s contents seemed like a liquid torture device.
„Listen, love.. I… I really don’t think I can stomach that.“
„It doesn’t taste as bad as it smells“, Alessio tried to appease him. „This is everything your body needs, and it’s not a lot. You managed to get down way more of the soup earlier.“
„I don’t think you can compare this to your soup.“ William instinctively backed off as much the couch and his mountain of pillows allowed.
„It’s medicine, it’s not supposed to taste good“, his husband insisted. „I know the bath didn’t turn out so well, but this is different. Believe me, when I was a child…“
„…it cured you from any disease known to mankind, I know.“ William let out a shallow sigh, trying not to irritate his throat. The thought of downing whatever concoction Alessio had prepared only added to the queasiness in his stomach. But then again, he was tired of being confined to the couch, marinating in his own sweat. Maybe this was the time to be a little more open minded. It was not like he had an awful lot to lose. „Fine. I give in. Hand over the panacea.“
„You’ll see, it will make you feel better in no time.“ Alessio gave him the mug. He had been right, it was only half full. Not an awful lot to swallow, even with an upset digestion. Bracing himself for the worst, William put the cup to his lips and quickly downed the smoothie-like brewage.
For a few merciful moments, William’s tastebuds were so overwhelmed by the amalgamation of pungent flavors that they simply refused to send signals to his brain. Then everything hit him all at once. All taste qualities known to mankind had been blended together and then amped up to eleven. It was intensely bitter, but also overpoweringly sweet with a strong note of garlic, a more than subtle spiciness and a tangy aftertaste. It was the grossest thing William had ever tasted in his entire life.
„Oh my…“ Before he knew it, his stomach was churning, trying to repel what could only be poison. William’s hand flew up to his mouth as he felt the thick mash crawling back up his throat. He frantically swallowed it down, but it didn’t want to go the whole way. Panicking, he muttered against his fingers. „Al, I… I need to be sick.“
„What? Oh. Oh no.“ Alessio was on his feet in a split second. „Hold it in, I’ll get you a bucket!“
He hurried to the trash bin in the corner and dumped the crumpled paper, candy wrappers and empty chips bags on the carpet. William desperately clutched his mouth while his stomach relentlessly pumped up more of its content. Vomit flooded against his palm, leaking through his fingers in small trickles that smelled and tasted even more rancid than the stuff he had forced down.
His resistance was broken. Brownish liquid sprayed out between his fingers in all directions, hitting his blanket, his shirt, the couch and even the floor. The disgusting brew looked pretty much the same as it had entered his body – not a surprise, considering the brevity of its stay. The main difference was the added flavor of gastric juice. William curled in on himself, wailing as the strain of throwing up sent his headache into overdrive. His stomach lurched and expelled a gush of semi-digested soup. While he was still blowing chunks of shredded chicken, carrots and celery, all mixed in with a reddish broth, Alessio pulled him over the bin. The last wave of gut stew splattered safely into the container, sloshing around at its bottom.
„Poor Will, I’m so sorry.“ Alessio sounded like he was on the verge of tears. „I really thought it would help you.“
„I… I know“, William coughed. As if the pain in his throad hadn’t been bad enough before, it was now treated to gastric acid and a forceful torrent of puke. He felt complete drained, his head radiating heat. With a meager retch, he collapsed to the side. Alessio barely managed to catch him while also preventing the bucket from falling over. „Sorry… I ruined the couch.“
„Don’t worry about the mess, I’ll clean it up later. Do you think you got it all out?“
„m‘ not sure“, William slurred. „What… did you put in this abomination?“
„Everything that helps against the flu“, Alessio explained. He pulled back the blanket that had caught the most amount of vomit and placed the bucket on William’s lap. Carefully, he propped up his husband‘s body with one arm around the waist and the other hand at his forehead. „Garlic, ginger, onion juice, mustard, honey, lemon and two crushed up paracetamol.“
„You… you’re not supposed to take them all at once!“ William’s gag reflex was instantly triggered again. Too weak to hold himself up, he sank into Alessio’s grip and released his stomach contents into the trash bin. Two more surges of lumpy gruel filled the container before the violent purging finally tapered into bile and eventually coughing. William could barely catch a breath while he was alternately barking and retching. After what seemed like an eternity, he spat out whatever regurgitated food chunks were left in his mouth and gasped for air.
„I don’t even know what to say.“ Alessio wiped William’s face with a handkerchief from the box he had placed on the couch table, just in case a runny nose would join the flu team. „I didn’t want to make you sick. Mom swore that the stuff would kickstart your body’s detox process.“
„Detox isn’t even a thing“, William cried. „Why do you think our bodies have kidneys and a liver and… eugh.“
He gagged as a whiff of odeur de puke hit his nose. Alessio gently rubbed his back.
„I swear I’ll make up for it. No more experiments. Just plain old paracetamol.“
„Give my stomach a minute to settle“, William pleaded. „I’ve thrown up more than enough for one day.“
„I won’t argue with that“, Alessio smiled crookedly. „Something’s telling me you’ll be sleeping with me in bed today.“
Trying not to make an even bigger mess by spilling the sick from the blanket, Alessio helped William get up from the soiled couch. He placed him in a chair while he took off his shirt and cleaned up the splatters he had spewed on himself. When Alessio was done, he carefully guided a shuddering William to their marriage bed.
„Take one of my shirts.“ Alessio assisted his husband with the dressing process. „It will make you sleep better.“
„That’s a home remedy I have confidence in“, William agreed, then hesitated. „But… what if I have to vomit again?“
„Nevermind. Your recovery is more important than a clean shirt.“ Alessio took the chance to ruffle William’s hair before the blonde sank into the pillows. Any strength had been drained from his body, along with his last meal. He struggled to keep his eyes open.
„Luvya“, William mumbled.
„I love you too.“
A soft kiss on his forehead was the last thing William felt before he drifted into the comforting embrace of sleep.
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homeherbalremedy · 1 year
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Home Remedies for Asthma Attack Without Inhaler
A rapid and severe worsening of asthma symptoms, such as coughing, wheezing, shortness of breath, and tightness in the chest, is known as an asthma attack. The airways narrow and become swollen and mucus-filled during an asthma attack, making it difficult for air to pass through. This may make the sufferer feel as though they are gasping for air or not breathing at all. Exercise, allergens, cold air, respiratory infections, and stress are just a few of the things that might cause asthma episodes. Attacks from asthma can be fatal if left untreated. As a result, in order to prevent more attacks, it's critical to seek prompt medical assistance while having an asthma attack, adhere to an asthma action plan, and take recommended medications.
Sit upright: To help with breathing during an asthma attack, it can be beneficial to sit up straight.
Practice breathing exercises: Exercises in controlled breathing, including belly breathing or pursed-lip breathing, can help you regulate your breathing and lessen discomfort.
Drink warm liquids: Warm drinks, such tea or warm water with honey, can ease symptoms and relax the airways.
Use a humidifier: It can help to release mucus and ease breathing to breathe in moist air. A humidifier can help the air become more moist.
Try herbal remedies: Certain herbs, including licorice, ginger, and turmeric, may have anti-inflammatory effects that can help with symptom relief. But, before using any herbal therapies, it's crucial to speak with your doctor.
Take a hot shower: A hot shower's steam can aid in widening airways and facilitating better breathing.
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drelizabethgreene · 2 years
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If you’re looking for some weekend reading, I hope you enjoy my first foray into the Kitbell fandom!
The prompt I used from Sicktember was “home remedy.” Features a belated Halloween costume, Bell with the flu, and some romantic fluff.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/41705901
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official-fitness · 1 year
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Home Doctor
This unique book was written by doctors to help people take care of their health ailments at home when the medical system cannot be depended on anymore.
It will prove vital in the next crisis, and you should check it out while it’s still available. Click here to get yours now!
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lune--chaos · 1 year
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Sick on Sunday, my only day off this week. Watching Wednesday and eating home made chicken soup.
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faofinn · 2 years
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9. Home Remedy
@sicktember
Fao hated being ill. He'd picked this up from God knows where, probably big lectures, long days and cold, exhausting rugby training in the rain. Regardless of where this illness had come from, it was horrid. Pounding headache, cold sweats, a cough that Fao couldn't shift. He sounded awful, his voice on its way out too, and he didn't have the energy for much other than staying curled under his duvet sleeping. He'd even missed lectures, which he never did, but he couldn't summon the energy to walk to campus. He could barely summon the energy to get up to make tea. 
He was woken from his doze by his phone ringing on the table beside him. Groaning, he reached for it to see who was calling him. Sheila. She’d been fussing since she’d found out he was ill. 
“Mum?” He rasped, his voice really suffering now. 
“Oh, Fao. You sound dreadful, sweetheart.” Sheila said softly.
“Mm. Feel it too.” He replied.
“Did you have lectures today?”
“Yeah. Didn’t go in.”
“It’s for the best. Do you want us to come up? Fred can get time off.”
“No, no. ‘m ‘kay.”
“Are you sure, sweetheart?”
“I’ll probably go back to uni tomorrow.” He mumbled. “Don’t want you wasting your time.”
"Don't be silly. It's not a waste of time." She sighed. "I wish you were down here."
“I’m fine.”
"You sound it." She winced as he started coughing again. "Why don't you get some rest? Call me later?"
“Yeah. I will. Love you.” He said roughly. 
Sheila hung up after a few more insistences for him to rest up and look after himself. He really sounded awful, and as soon as Fred got in, told him so. Sheila worried about everything and everyone, it was just who she was, but Fred's phonecall to Fao later in the day made him worry.
He made his mind up quickly enough, putting in leave at the University and sending the homework out instead. The trains were simple enough, and he was on his way to Fao's by teatime.
He hailed a taxi from the station, aware Fao would be asleep, and wanting to let him rest as long as he could. Only outside the door did he knock, and, on second thoughts, rang his mobile.
Fao had finally managed to sleep after tossing and turning for hours, when his phone rang. Again. No doubt it was Sheila fussing, Fred having told her he sounded bad. Of course he sounded bad, he was sick. He’d get better with rest. So long as they stopped fucking calling him.  
Rolling over, he saw it was Fred calling, and groaned. 
“Yeah?” He asked, coughing as he rolled back onto his back. “M tryin’ to sleep.”
"Can you come unlock the front door?"
Fao frowned. “Why?”
"Because it's bloody cold out here."
“What?”
"Just come let me in, will you?"
Confused, Fao forced himself out of bed and to the front door, dragging a hand through his hair. He opened the door, frowning at the figure that greeted him on the other side. 
“Fred?”
"Sorry it's so late. It was the first train I could get."
“But? Why are you…? Is everyone okay?”
"Everyone except you." He said. "You sounded so rough on the phone earlier.'
“I’ve got a cold. I’m fine.”
He hummed. "Still, I'm here now. Are you going back to bed?"
“Mm. It’s the middle of the night.” Fao grumbled. “Are you stayin’?”
"Not quite the middle. I can get a hotel room."
“Feels like it.” He said, shivering. “You can stay ‘ere.”
"Come on, back to bed." He murmured, shepherding him through. "You need your rest."
“I was tryin’ to rest.” He protested. 
"I know, I'm sorry."
Fao paused, and then turned to face his adoptive father. He wrapped his arms around him, sighing. “Thank you.”
Fred squeezed him back. "You're welcome, kiddo."
“You gonna stay here?” He asked, his voice muffled.
"Yeah, someone's gotta look after you."
“Mm. ‘m an adult. Can look after myself.” He grumbled, but it held no heat. He finally let go and slunk off to bed, curling up under the duvet again. 
Fred let him go, heading to the kitchen. He figured he might as well get a start on the cooking, so Fao would have something for the next day.
When Fao woke the next morning, he still felt awful. As soon as he sat up he was wracked by a coughing fit that he couldn’t stop, and with a frustrated grumble he managed to force down some water. He wanted a cigarette, but he’d never manage with the way his chest was, and instead he padded into the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. 
Determined, Fred had been up a few hours before Fao stirred, finishing off the day's food and packing plenty more for the freezer. He glanced up as Fao walked in, giving him a small smile.
"Morning."
Fao cleared his throat. “Mornin’.” He said, his voice close to a hoarse whisper. 
"Kettle hasn't long boiled."
Fao hummed, reaching for his favourite mug. “Mum send you?” 
"No, she wanted to come up though."
“‘kay.”
"Couldn't get time off with Finn, and you know what he's like."
Fao shrugged, trying to save his voice as he made his tea. 
"I'll make you breakfast, go sit down."
“Not hungry.” He rasped, turning away to cough again, gripping the kitchen counter. 
"You need something."
Fao didn’t have the energy to argue, and he certainly didn’t have the voice to either. Instead he shuffled to the sofa, curling up under a blanket with his tea. 
Fred watched him go, shaking his head. He returned to the stove, and started on Fao's breakfast, some scrambled eggs and orange juice. Once finished, he headed through to the living room, passing Fao's breakfast before sitting next to him - the soup was pretty much finished. 
Fao took it, though he still wasn't really hungry. He picked at it, finishing the orange juice, and then curled into Fred with a sniff and a sigh. 
"Oh, son. You just feel rotten, eh?" He wrapped his arm around Fao. "I've made lunch and tea, and I've frozen a few weeks worth for you, too. Just some soup for today, an old recipe my mum used to make. Meant to fix anything, she said. Hopefully it helps with your cold."
Everyone knew Fred's soup was the best, and Fao hummed happily. “Thank you.” He rasped, his voice cracking. 
"You're welcome, kid. We'll sort you out."
He dozed off against Fred, content and still exhausted. It was easy to feel safe with him around. 
They stayed like that for a while, comfortable and relaxed, until Fao stirred just after lunch time. His voice had completely crapped out on him by then, a scratchy whispery mess, but Fred didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he offered Fao another cup of tea, with honey and lemon, and a steaming bowl of chicken soup.
It was perfect. Warm and filling and so so soothing. It eased Fao’s sore throat, stopped his cough just for a while. Fred’s mum clearly had been right - it could fix everything. Alongside a couple of cold meds, Fao was feeling better by late afternoon, though his voice was still gone. At least his head wasn’t pounding so much, he wasn’t constantly coughing and making his chest sore. He might be a medical student, but there was nothing like a home remedy to make you feel better. 
It was more than just the soup, too. The fact that Fred had travelled up to see him, spend time with him, cooked him a family recipe just to make him feel better. Fao knew he was lucky to have such a good adoptive family, but even then he sometimes doubted his place with them. 
There was no denying that he was part of the family today. 
He curled up back on the sofa with Fred’s arm around him, and the TV on playing some daft old movie that Fred decided was the best film ever made. Fao didn’t mind, it was easy enough to fall asleep to. He was just enjoying feeling loved. 
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fletcherwilbury · 2 years
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@sicktember Day 9: Home Remedy
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