Honey, said my co-worker. She chided me for being silly. I don’t blame her.
I took a spoonful tonight. It sank down, past my tongue as it oozed into my throat. It was the second reprieve from coughing for the night. The first was when I took a 20 minute, hot, steamy shower. For half of that shower, I didn’t cough.
So, after my co-workers sound advice, another co-worker and I ventured off to the local coffee shop. I bought tea. With honey. Peppermint and chamomile. Delicious perfection, and the only thing that will compliment all the cough drops I’ve been sucking down.
This is why I am not vegan. I feel blessed with the glorious nectar that bees deliver us. I try to source my honey locally and responsibly so that I may benefit from its healing properties. Allergies, colds, health in general.
Ah, the sweet goodness of honey.