Here is a bit of a back story for this completely random story:
Last night I had chicken soup for dinner, I meditated and medicated, I practised some restorative yoga, I rested, I had a nice hot shower, I covered myself in Vick's (sexy), I made myself a hot toddy AND I even indulged in some chocolate to make me feel better (it didn't, I could barely taste it).
I should be feeling better. I should have been awarded a sticker that said 'well done sugar muffin, you have looked after yourself so (I) the nasty lurgy has passed', but NO NO.
I am still ill and it seems to be getting worse.
It felt like I had been punched in the face this morning when I woke up and I am guessing by the vacant seats next to me on the tube that I didn't look too hot either. Throughout the day my throat has started to hurt some more, my face looks horrible and I sound gross.
Big yay for me.
Oh, and I also am not the biggest fan of ginger unless it is cooked or brewed in stuff.
And now the actual story:
This morning I miraculously remembered to take some ginger into work with me as I remembered that a few weeks ago when Sylwia (my gorgeous co-worker) was ill she made this gorgeous smelling honey, lemon and ginger drink and I knew that that was something I could do with today.
Roll on 3pm.
Sylwia offers to make me one of her yummy hot drinks and I jump at the chance. Off she goes and brews up her magic potion.
After guzzling it down my throat is a little more soothed and my chest feels a bit better. Winning.
I go to chuck my cup away and Sylwia pipes in.
"Nope, don't throw that away. You should definitely eat those bits of ginger Nic.."
"What?? Why would I do that?"
"It's super good for you that's why. It's a little spicy but not too much for you to handle and you must remember that it's good for you. It will make you feel better...promise!"
"I didn't even know you could eat ginger like that? I can't imagine it's nice. I'm not it's biggest fan."
" Nic seriously, it is so good for you. I could munch on ginger all day."
*insert sceptical look from me here*
*insert link here to article that I promptly read to see if these claims were true*
"I usually don't like ginger by itself. It sounds gross to go and munch on it raw."
At this point I receive what I like to call the Sylwia Stare. And so off I trotted to go munch on some raw but slightly warm ginger.
I pick it out of my cup.
Pop it into my mouth and start to chew. ERROR.
My face probably looked something like this at this moment:
I spit it out onto my hand in the quickest and most unladylike manner I could manage as my mouth exploded with spiciness and burning.
OH MY GAWWWWDDDDDDD GUYYYYSSSS.
I have never hated the taste of something so much in my life and I have never wanted to throw up so much either. The taste, the texture, the spiciness, the weird little hair like strands in it... everything about it screamed gross.
And THAT is why you shouldn't listen to your best friend if they ever recommend you to chew on ginger.
Because it is gross. And that taste lingers like nothing you could imagine.
And now you have all learnt a valuable lesson the easy way here is a cute picture of something ginger that doesn't taste like ASS.