Yesterday, I got home to find that my mother had purchased a bottle of Chinese herbal tea (liang teh) at my request. I’d been looking for the 24-herb blend herbal tea as a colleague had recommended it as being good for my yet-to-be-cured flu. It’s been years since I’d drunk liang teh and within seconds of the liquid touching my lips, I remembered why. It’s horrible tasting and it took me half an hour to grudgingly gulp the liquid down. Thank goodness my mother had taken some of the tea already. If there had been any more, I just might have thrown up right after. No wonder it cures you. The virus probably can’t take the taste any more than I can.

After that, I got online to chat with a couple of friends. I ended up staying up until 2 am as a result of a chat with a friend that was so dodgy (think the Grolsch porn movie ad) that I found myself wondering whether I’d somehow ended up in Holland, land of all things dodgy and cheesy . It was one of the funniest conversations I’ve had in a while and definitely worth the deadness that I’m feeling now.

As a result, the herbal tea hasn’t exactly done anything for my illness and my colleague recommends continuing to drink it until I get better. Ugh.