I've been really sick since thursday evening with a monster cold. The kind that makes you so miserable that death seems like a reward. No breathing, a cough so persistant that your stomach muscles hurt and a dull nagging headache.
I am taking some pretty strong stuff for the symptoms, but it's really just dulling the symptoms. So today I holed myself up in my room and tried to rest and get a lot of fluids. I tried to stay out of my housemate's way, so I didn't "share" this with them. What else can you do?!!
Just a few minutes ago Jerry came you hooing at my door. I thought maybe he would be upset with my hacking and coughing. But instead he was there to ask me if I'd like some of Frankie's homemade chicken soup. (hence jewish penicillan)
So as I'm writing this I'm spooning some of the best soup I've ever had into my disease laden mouth. MMmmmm good. Once again after a pretty yucky weekend, I feel loved. If only by my wonderful housemates.
