Hackmonster

Note: This is a seriously unsexy post about day-to-day shit. Just a warning. Unless you find something erotic about Vicks vapo-rub. And maybe you do! Everyone’s got a fetish!

When I was living in the High Street Hostel in Edinburgh, way back in the early 1990s, there was a guy we called Hackmonster. Or just Hack. Why? He had bronchitis, but didn’t get any treatment for it, so he just coughed and coughed and coughed.

I’ve been Hackmonster the past 3-4 weeks. A week and a half ago when we were partying with Jolene, it got seriously worse. It wasn’t great to start the night, but by morning I set myself back a week or two. So it’s been about 4 weeks now with a persistent cough. Antibiotics? Hell no. They don’t work on me. What works is acupuncture, reflexology, and … believe it or not … visualizing a blue/green light on my lungs. I’m too cheap right now for acupuncture. so I practice reflexology when I remember (usually at work) and the visualizing happens in the shower. When I’m awake enough.

Anyway, I just smeared Vicks on my chest and back. Time to retire Hackmonster.