When you’re laid up with a winter cold, sinus infection or (aaack) the flu, the last thing on your mind is looking beautiful. But some beauty products will actually help you feel better, no matter how bad your symptoms might be. Stock up on a few of these goodies—– some of which cost just a few bucks — and you’ll be ready to tackle flu season. Or at least shuffle to the nearest CVS to restock your Puffs.
If you noticed slightly fewer baby panda-related posts on The Frisky last week, your eyes were not deceiving you. I was out sick, or I guess I should say “in” sick, because all I did was sleep, read Gone Girl, and sleep some more.
Because I’ve been a recluse from society and have no idea what’s going on — apparently Ryan Gosling sells knives on QVC now!?!?— all I have to tell you about today is my observations on the best/worst parts of being sick. Keep reading »
One of the upsides to being a nurse is that I can generally tell you WHY you feel a certain way. One of the downsides is that I can generally tell you WHY you feel a certain way, which is why I rarely mention my medical background to people who don’t know me. After that one weird time on the train when someone wanted to show me their rash, I’m a little wary.
But you’ve got some weird symptoms going on, right? And maybe you’re scared because you don’t know what they mean and you’re REALLY hoping you don’t end up on an episode of “House.” Here are some possible reasons for your your bizarre and inexplicable symptoms. Read more…
Colvin Jang was looking for a way to make his terminally ill friend Nachu’s dream come true, and using the power of the online community of Reddit, he was able to make that happen. You see, Nachu was diagnosed with Ewing’s Sarcoma, and was told that he may not live past June. The final book in his favorite book series, The War That Came Early by Harry Turtledove, isn’t supposed to be released until July. So Colton went above and beyond, and begged, pleaded and bargained with Reddit users to help him reach the author. Amazingly, in less than six hours, he was put in touch with Turtledove, who very obligingly sent Nachu an early copy of the book and spoke with him by phone. How friggin’ cool is that? We should all be so lucky to have friends like Colton — and props especially to Mr. Turtledove for the take the risk of spoiling the release of his book for a sick fan.
The first time I noticed my fingers changing colors was my junior year of high school. It was January and I had just finished my last final for the semester. I was outside with a group of my friends waiting for my dad to pick me up when I looked down at my hands. They were pale white and they hurt, bad. They felt like they were burning, but burning like when you touch something that’s too cold. I tried to blow on them to warm them up because they felt like ice. Then they began to turn blue. As the pain continued, my dad told me with a straight face not to worry, that my fingers were just falling off. Then he had to calm me down after I convinced myself I had frost bite and was going to be fingerless. Keep reading »
When I’m ill, I drink whiskey. More specifically, a hot toddy, otherwise known as “Irish Nyquil.” My beloved local bartender from North Ireland taught me her old family recipe — just hot water, a couple jiggers of whiskey, and lemon wedges studded with cloves. One of those, spicy Kung Pao chicken, and bed. I behave like a dying animal when I’m sick. I like to suffer alone, in the dark. I hate to be fussed over. Can’t you see I’m in mortal combat with the sniffles?!
This frustrates my girlfriend because she sees it as unfair. Well, life is unfair, Toots. When I fall ill, she wants to rush to my apartment and dote on me. Nurture me back to health. And I refuse to let her. I can’t stand being pampered. It drives me crazy. I am a man. Like Batman. And if Batman can sew his own wounds shut in his crime-fighting bunker, I can blow my nose in bed without help from anyone. For the record: I blow my nose with toilet paper, not “Kleenex,” the way the cavemen did. I appreciate her attentions, of course. But it’s my fight. Keep reading »