Today I was feeling a little under the weather, fighting either the start of a cold or just general exhaustion. So when faced with a prompt of herbs, the only thing that came to mind was herbal tea. Which, I promptly served myself before dashing off this quick little doodlewash. I’m hoping to get to bed a bit earlier tonight and get some extra sleep so the lack of caffeine is much appreciated. Even the smell of hot tea makes me feel a bit better. It’s such a cozy feeling to sip on a mug of the stuff. As a kid when I wasn’t feeling well, my mother had all sorts of remedies at the ready. For an upset stomach, a can of Sprite was usually the recommended treatment, which I always thought was kind of awesome. For a cold, a bowl of chicken soup, which was nice as well. Actually, all these simple remedies were so wonderful, I almost wished I were sick more. Well, not really, as that would be daft, but it’s still a wonderful thing when someone you love takes care of you.
When I was in high school, I got the chicken pox for the first and thankfully last time, since I never managed to acquire it properly as a child. I remember spending a week on the couch while my mother gave me glasses of Sprite with a straw. The straw was important because she’d also covered me in so many strips of cloth soaked in something or other that I resembled a teenage mummy. I could only manage to poke a straw through the area of my mouth to drink anything. But what I remember most is that she rented a bunch of Hitchcock films for me on VHS tapes. Those giant things from the past made with bits of film and plastic that we used to use to watch movies. I watched nearly all of Hitchcock’s repertoire that week and it was amazing. So many wonderful, weird, and suspenseful stories, told with just the right bits of information at just the right moment. It made me want to grow up to be a movie director. That never happened, of course, though I did get to be a movie producer once and that was pretty close.
Although being wrapped like a mummy for so many days was a bit disconcerting, when I finally got better, I was as good as new. No pock marks, scars or issues at all. It was like nothing had ever happened. Though I don’t know exactly what sort of herbal remedy my mother applied, I’m thankful that she did. Life just wasn’t meant to navigate alone. You always need those other people who look out for you along the way. We never actually do anything entirely by ourselves. And I’ve never forgotten that time when I had chicken pox, not because it was a terribly embarrassing experience for a teenager, but because it was a dramatic event. As Hitchcock once said, “Drama is life with the dull bits cut out.” So even on days like today, when things aren’t quite perfect, I’m thankful all the same. Life would be pretty boring without the mishaps and trials that it brings. Best to smile, move on, and top them all off with a bit of herbal tea.
About the Doodlewash
Da Vinci Paint Co.: Benzimida Orange, Quinacridone Red, Terra Cotta and Cobalt Blue. Lamy Al-Star Safari Fountain Pen with sepia ink in an A5 Hahnemühle Watercolour Book.