Behold the Power of the Prune!

For anyone keeping track or wondering, I started coughing and making stupid health decisions prior to Memorial Day. Today is the first day of summer (officially) and the damn illness is hanging on by a thread. I’ve tried battling it with everything: antibiotics, acupuncture, herbs, vitamins, cough syrup (2 kinds of OTC, herbal and hard-core-prescription), ginger tea, lemon and honey tea, nasal spray, sleep and more sleep. And one of all or the combo bound me up like nobody’s business.

So, I battled that with lots and lots of water, which did nothing. Then my grandmother suggested prune juice. Yes, prune juice. Like old folks drink to stay regular. Like my grandma drinks because her medications bind her up, too. Like, yuck. It's brown.

Let me tell you. Those old folks know something. I drank two small glasses of that the other night, and bam! My tummy gurgled and hurt half the night as it worked its way through my system and I continued to woo my fiancé with wondrous sounds released from my backside. Sounds I hadn’t heard in oh, about 2 weeks. Luckily, he thinks it’s funny. Then, in the morning, sweet release.

So, all praise the power of the prune! Part of me is working again!

As for the rest of my hellish sickness, I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. My energy is returning slowly and I can sort of sleep on my back again. Sort of. I still wake up coughing. Now, if grandma can only suggest something as fabulous for coughing….