The Official " I'm sick " Thread

[lucazuma]

Ahhhh....got the flu.


I see. I thought this might've been about a highside 

oops

[Rameses]

Oh, I have the perfect cure for your flu. ITS CALLED YOUR IMMUNE SYSTEM!!! Stop with the hocus pocus stuff. Do what you need to make yourself comfortable, realize that this will suck for a few days, stay hydrated and let your body do its work. DO NOT take anitbiotics even if your doctor gives them to you, you have a viral infection, antibiotics will do nothing for you.

And for the love of god everyone please stop with the hocus pocus de jour (e.g. - huge vitamin C doses, Zinc tablets, Airborne, a thousand different teas, etc.) That shit is all snake oil and you've been had. Let your immune system do its job. Water and rest is all your body needs for that to happen.

sac


/not a doctor
//but I play one on TV

Bullshit.

Bourbon is no hocus pocus.

That shit gets you drunk.

[He Man]

Antibotics kill germs and bacterial. The shell of a virus is too tough and it aint quite living, but it is, etc. either way antibotics dont work.


Alcohol is a straight up poison. It destroys EVERYTHING in your body. Luckly your liver can filter it (or the first shot atleast  ). What better way to kill viruses than to poison yourself?

Stay away from chicken, eat pork. Sleep, drink water, and stay away from fried foods. Think neutral meals that are balanced (ying yang balance not nutrition). Watermelon...mmmm

[DRKWNG]

I dunno if I gots the flew or the coaled, but I gots it good.  I tried Popeye's chicken, to no avail.  I have also tried



Strangely I am still ill.  Perhaps the pizza suggestion will work better.

Jeesh Tristan, everyone knows that you fight the flu with highland single-malt and not sour mash.  And all this time I thought you were a pro... 

[Randimus Maximus]

I thought it was more entertaining when Luca had the "Flew" 

[lucazuma]

 

jeez...you folks never happy!

[SacDuc]

Bullshit.

Bourbon is no hocus pocus.

That shit gets you drunk.

True dat.

['diction]

i think you might have a fever. try puting an ice pack on your head. if it persists, call me up, I will give you a ride to the doctor, when ever you want. or, if you have a cold, try bundling up in soft light layers. avoid cheese .but, if you haven't gotten any relief from any of the previous items noted from above, maybe it's the change in weather, seasonal alergies, a combo of a/c w/ bright light& smog...perhaps all that nasty garlic...it'd make me wanna puke.
Yeah, i'd stick with the alcohol. and um, 1/2 your version of asprin.

                                                         VS
                                                           
ever try the water from the bathroom faucet, i swear mine- has miraclous healing properties

[Buckethead]

FTW:


Tastes like pure, unadulterated ass.

15 minutes later, the clouds part and your head is clear.

Just make sure you've got a chaser standing by. 

['diction]

maybe these:




too tight?

maybe

http://www.barmeister.com/drinks/recipe/3538/

for special occasions

['diction]

 

[TiNi]

feeling any better luca?

[Rameses]

feeling any better luca?

Now that his stalker's back?

Probably not.

[MendoDave]

Sick      
by Shel Silverstein

"I cannot go to school today,"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more--that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut--my eyes are blue--
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke--
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is. . .Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!"