Hot Dr Pepper, especially with lemon and/or orange slices, is actually pretty good.
I can kind of picture that.
Maybe a cup warmer near the couch would be handy to keep things on the right side of room temp, JZ? But hopefully this stage passes quick enough regardless.
“Clearly it’s a two-shout job” made me snort laugh.
I remember when I had pneumonia when I was 8 I couldn’t feel cold drinks and it freaked me out - I could drink a glass of water and it felt like I’d had nothing to drink (so we heated everything up- in the dark ages, before microwaves!). I wonder if the phenomena are related. What pisses off throats and makes them reject cold drinks? Is it that the swallowing muscles aren’t working correctly?
If champagne isn’t explicitly contra-indicated maybe you should keep some around to celebrate with each time the knives go away.
I have no idea what was in it, but there was definitely a drink called a Flaming Dr Pepper when I was in college...
I remember Flaming Dr Peppers. I don't think they contain any Dr Pepper, though.
The Core Power shout pleases me, more so knowing it is effective! (if requiring two applications)
Timelies all!
Tired and stressed, as usual.
I remember Flaming Dr Peppers. I don't think they contain any Dr Pepper, though.
No, I bet they didn't, but maybe they are warm!
lacked necessary hand strength to open bottle
Those rubber bracelets that were everywhere for a while ("Live Strong" and such) are excellent for an assist on opening any kind of bottle or jar.
I have no idea what was in it, but there was definitely a drink called a Flaming Dr Pepper when I was in college...
I believe those were called Dr. Peppers from Hell in my region. A shot glass of half amaretto and half Bacardi 151, set on fire and dunked into a 3/4 full pint glass of beer.
When I was in college, people would brew some Constant Comment tea and lace it with Southern Comfort ... producing a Constant Comfort.
Random note: I gotta say I remain a big fan of western medicine. I know the healthcare system in the US is horrendously effed up, but the actual medicine? When I think of how doomed I'd have been just 30 or 20 years ago, and how much physical pain I'd have to grit my teeth through while sliding to doom, while instead I'm sitting up drinking a Hec-crafted latte, bopping between social media and the current book
(The Vanishing Half
by Brit Bennett) and feeling pretty fine now that the constipation is gone I'm just boggled.