Stephen, Sorry you are unwell. Cannot add to the list of remedies, but perhaps a couple of limericks may cheer you up:
Three wise men came to Bethlehem's shed
First one in, on a beam, banged his head.
"Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed
Said Mary: "That's a nice name,
We were thinking of calling him Fred!"
When Santa gets bored in his grotto,
He doesn't play bingo or lotto
He sits by himself
And frigs a young elf
'Any port in a storm' is his motto
And finally a nod to academia:
There was a young curate from Kew
Who kept a pet cat in a pew.
Tried to teach it to speak
Alphabetical Greek
But it never got further than Mu.
