Above you see what looks like a bowl of vomit. Rest assured it isn't. It's a bowl of hot and sour soup which I'm convinced is a cure for all things bronchial. My first experience with it came several years ago when I had pneumonia. One of my friends, a nurse, showed up at my house with a container of hot and sour soup. (Incidentally this was the same nurse who convinced me to go to the doctor in the first place. Because he thought I had pneumonia. It's good to have smart, pushy friends.) I hadn't felt like eating for days. Honestly the only thing I felt like doing was curling up in a ball and dying! I very skeptically looked at this vat of yuck he'd gifted me with. Despite how disgusting it looked, I bravely put my aversion aside. It was a nice thing for him to have done and he was right about the pneumonia. So I ate it. All of it. I was restored! Not instantly but I'm convinced the soup helped.
Today I'm home with either bronchitis or tuberculosis. I'm not sure which but I have this amazing Brenda Vaccarro voice. I thought about heading to Broadway but opted for the Chinese restaurant instead. Wood ear, cloud ear fungus, day lily buds...I'm not sure what the hell those things are but man does it help!
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