Attack of the Ginger

When I say ginger, I mean ginger. Like the root. That you use to flavour food. Not some derogatory term for red haired individuals.

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I don’t often blog about my husband. Mostly, because I figure if he wants to share his life with the world wide interwebs, then he would start a blog himself. He tweets. That’s enough for him. (Though arguably one could say since I blog about both myself and our daughter that I do share his life with the world wide interwebs… but… you know.. we won’t go there.)

Anyway, today I am breaking my ‘don’t blog about the husband’ rule to tell you about how wonderful and annoying he is, all at the same time.

So you know how I have been sick. (If not, I have been, and I am eating veggies to combat it, its going well, see here.) My husband drives me kinda nuts, in that ‘aren’t you so sweet and caring way’ when I am sick. You see, he is the ‘fix it’ type. You know those people you go to, in order to whine and commiserate and generally get your complaints out, and then come right back at you with, ‘Well, why don’t you just do this….” You know, those helpful caring people that you love and all, but you just want to smack and say “Just let me complain!” (For the record, though I consider myself a great listener, I can also fall into this fix it trap. So pot. Kettle. Yes.)

Anyway. This trait becomes particularly apparent when I am sick. My husband is CONVINCED that there is an immediate cure for any every day aliment. Usually, this cure involved some type of natural health remedy. He will resort to medicine, but he goes the natural way first. So, when I tell him I am sick, his response inevitable is “What can I get you to help you feel better?”

Now, that sounds all nice and supportive and sweet and all. And it is. Except when I say, “Nothing…..” he just waits a couple hours and asks again.

And then the nagging starts.

“Did you take your vitamins today? Did you drink enough water? Maybe you should exercise.  Is there something at work that is making you sick?” (I work at a University, so my snarky response is “yes, they are called students”)

He is bound, bent and determined to find a cure. Even if he has to nag me back to health.

I should stop to tell you that some people would probably find this behaviour endearing… and I do. Except that I have this quirky little personality trait where I don’t like people trying to help me. I mean, help me by handing me $1 000 000, sure, I’ll take that. But reminding me 100 times to take my vitamins. UGH.

I also have a horrible rebellious streak where the more someone else wants me to do something the less I am willing to do it. Even if it is something I also want to do. Yeah. I am a pain to live with.

Oh yeah! The ginger! Sorry, I got carried away there.

This weekend, as a part of the “What can I buy to cure my wife” thing, he bought raw ginger.

Now we don’t cook with raw ginger. I like ginger cookies, ginger beef and ginger ale, but that is about it when it comes to other uses of ginger… I will pass. I won’t touch candied ginger or raw ginger or that pickled ginger they put on sushi with a ten foot pole.

So he buys the raw ginger and he makes me a drink. Because, well, apparently ginger is natures magical cure. Along with the probiotics and vitamin D he is making me take. (Don’t get me wrong, I think these things work, I just hate taking pills. And I don’t want to because the husband wants me to. Rebellion.) He takes the ginger and grates it and juices it and who knows what else and combines it with a bunch of other stuff; lemon, honey, other spices.

I was forced to drink it. Forced. And I am not sure I can ever drink anything with ginger again. If it was just a mild flavour of ginger with lemon and honey.. that would be one thing. But the husband works on the ‘more is better’ principle of home made cures… so it was the strongest ginger I have ever tasted. And it was horrible.

Sweet, in that he went to all that trouble to try and cure me, but really really horrible.

I don’t think I can drink ginger ale ever again. Beware of the ginger people. And the husbands.

(Thank you to my wonderful husband who let me publish this post poking fun at him. Honey, I love you.)

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5 responses to “Attack of the Ginger

  1. northTOmom January 27, 2011 at 7:49 am

    He does sound sweet. My husband’s more of the “buck up, honey, it’s only a cold” type (not endearing, I know, but he has other redeeming features).

    At the risk of annoying you further, then, did you see my tweet (directed at you) about elderberry extract? I take a brand called Sambucol (but there are other brands), and it tastes quite nice. There is actual peer-reviewed science behind this extract. I linked to a study about it in my tweet—I’ll find it again and post it here if you’re interested.

    In the meantime, I hope the ginger potion worked some magic (in spite of its awful taste) and you’re feeling better.

  2. Justine January 27, 2011 at 8:49 am

    honey and lemon are fine, but lots of grated ginger? Hmmm … better just to remove the students from your life.

  3. Jocelyn January 27, 2011 at 8:50 am

    OMG – loved this post. I must say that in our house it is more the reverse. I try to fix all things and my husband wavers between loving me for it and wanting to toss me out a window. I will be forwarding him this post. Also, I must admit I am a ginger fan as well.

  4. clara January 27, 2011 at 4:56 pm

    Mmm. I love ginger.

    I had a roommate once who made me drink that concoction. Yeah, wow, WRETCHED. And it made no difference. But drinking lemon/honey/ginger tea does make me feel like I’m doing something, and it does mean you’re getting enough fluid, so there’s that.

    Get well soon!
    PS: Love the new blog design! Looks good.

  5. Perpetua January 30, 2011 at 6:24 am

    What is it with the rebellious streak? I’m the exact same way? Because the husband, he does the helpful, loving, I want what’s best for you NAGGING. Like, the current nag is, “don’t keep your cell phone in your pocket!” (because of the radiation). So, whose cellphone spends more time than ever in the pocket? Yep. So I’m really glad you shared this. 🙂

    I hope you are feeling better! (And sadly, the husbands are right–ginger et al. really is good for you. Dammit. 🙂

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