Tuesday;Woke up with itchy throat and was sneezing like a weather-beaten Mitsubishi truck. In the washroom, I pee into a cup and gulpe, when Tata Baby catches me in the act.Wednesday;Up to now, he is still angry. Swears he will never kiss me. I wonder whether a sick me coughing like TB itself would be better.Thursday;With his ego still being rocky like Alex Ferguson’s, I decide to play the game. I tell him urine has medical powers and he is like, "I always knew you would one day run mad, but I didn’t know it would come so soon.”Friday;Wondering if he cares at all. Someone told me long ago that urine has medical powers. I’ve to dig my brain hard to recall the stuff if I’m going to justify drinking urine.Saturday;Second day of scratching my head but nothing. I must see a doctor tomorrow when he goes to watch soccer.Sunday;The doctor agrees with me on urine. He says urine is one of the all-round medicines know to science. So I remember that I also read the same in The New Vision, April 26, 2005. It said urine can be ingested in small amounts to purify and clear excess mucus, destroy worms and clean intestines.Monday;Hubby is disbelieving. He thinks I doctored the Internet by planting a story on The New Vision web site. It is all there. Now he wonders how to gather the guts to take just two spoonfuls of urine. Well, it is coming from my own body, so no worries at all with me!