Dangerous Brew

I have ten packets left of those Chinese medicine herbs to brew. I will admit it in writing right now. I, Gennita Low, am a glutton for punishment. I knew the stuff would taste like the boiled sole of a shoe worn by a hobo. I knew it would smell like that too. But I did it anyway. And I drank down every drop of the black potion. My mother would be proud.

Five packets of brew later...I'm definitely not super-writer yet. LOL. On the other hand, I do feel a lot more energetic when I'm roofing. Of course, the weather has been fantastic--mild 70s--so it might not even be the stuff.

When I was a kid, my mother would boil all kinds of medicine stuff for us to take and I was the only one who would finish whatever it was. It would taste BAD but I would do it, just because no one else could. Every one of my siblings gagged and made faces and cried, but I would gulp it down quickly and run off before anyone could see on my face how awful that tasted, LOL. I was very good at challenges like that. And I was big sister. I had to show off that big sisters aren't afraid of anything. Sea horses and insects boiled in bitter black dried prune and dragon powder? Bring it on!

That was just sibling superiority complex. But I'm alone now, with six poms who aren't that easily impressed. So why do I still do stuff like that? Just to show myself that I still have the balls to drink that stuff, I guess.

Let me tell you, it ain't easy finishing a bowl any more. for one thing, my stomach isn't as strong as it used to be ;-). I used to be able to gulp it all down quickly and walk away with a cool Clint Eastwood squint of my eyes. Now it's more like two gulps--ugh, oh yeah, I love this--gulp, gulp--shudder, gasp, lots of face making--and then a final few gulps--"oh yeah, my chi feels SO DARN MUCH BETTAH!" I probably don't have that Clint glint in my watery eyes either.

But I've asked for this medicine and I will drink ALL of it. And who knows? When I'm done with them, I might feel so strong I'd actually start jogging again. Ugh. Did I say that? No, no, no. No jogging. That was the medicine speaking. Horrors...what is it doing to me!?

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