I’d been feeling a bit under the weather for a couple of months, and there was really no explanation for it. Up to a couple of weeks ago, I used to wake up very tired, no matter how long I’d been sleeping and I used to drag myself to work and fuel my body with tons of cups of coffee, hoping the caffeine would do the trick.
I thought there was something wrong with me, so I went to the doctor — who, after all sorts of exams, said that there was absolutely nothing wrong with my health.
So, now, what you don’t know is that Mr. Brit never feels under the weather. He’s always full of energy and even if tired and exhausted he always has room for a dinner out, or a walk, or a quite steamy cuddling session.
Well, according to him, this is thanks to his “magic potion”: a tablet of Berocca he drinks up every morning, religiously. He’s been going on and on and on about this Bayer vitamins and minerals product for three years. Apparently everybody in England drinks it — or so he says.
You feel a bit hangover? No problem, drink a Berocca! You’ve been having a few stressful days at work? There’s Berocca! You have a tough day in front of you? Charge up with Berocca!
Sometimes I feel like his real job is to be a Berocca brand ambassador. They should pay him for all the promotion he gives them — seriously.
Anyhow. When the fatigue and tiredness became a little too much, I started taking the morning vitamins and magnesium tablets that I brought back from my home country (not sure why, but with medicines, we all go with what we grew up with), hoping to feel more energized. Mr. Brit didn’t like that.
He replaced my little tube with a family pack Berocca-branded vitamins and started forcing me (always in his charming, polite way, of course) to take them every morning. He wouldn’t take no for an answer. Therefore, my days now start with a bright orange, fizzy, quite disgusting beverage, which I slowly and reluctantly swallow under the proud (and strict) supervision of Mr. Brit. And I’m the type of person that can’t even sip water before 8 o’clock.
The result? I almost cry every morning, and I dread my Berocca moment (he prepares it while I’m under the shower if he’s around, he calls me on the phone and asks if I’ve had it if he’s not around — photographic proof required sometimes.) However, and please don’t tell him, this stuff really is working…