I have a cold. A chest cold. A very nasty coughing-is-excruciating chest cold. (Note: at this point, Husband will step in and say I'm a wimp and that my cold isn't that bad because my temperature is a tenth of a degree under 100 and I'm able to walk without passing out. But I am a grumpy patient, and so I'm gonna coddle this cold today.)
All I want is Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup and a fleece blanket and Mucinex DM.
Alas, I have no canned soup in my house, nor do I have chicken or fixin's to make chicken soup.
I am hideous and unwashed in fleece sweatpants and an old hoodie and a thermal underwear shirt.
I'm not venturing out.
Dinner shall be fish tonight with salad, and we'll be lucky if I can stand it. Maybe I'll make fish for Husband and make scrambled eggs for me.
But all I really want is that darn chicken noodle soup.
Today I have eaten about 10 Christmas cookies, 8 Triscuit crackers with melted American cheese, 2 cups of coffee, and 2 liters of water. And I'm not that hungry.
Except for chicken noodle soup. Gimme, now.
When you really want something and can't get it, then whatever you try instead makes it worse. All you can do now is stock up on chicken soup and swear: never again!
ReplyDeleteAs for hubby saying you're not sick because you have a mild temperature, I had an infection in a neck gland that blew it up like the mumps. Was on antibiotics, it lasted for days and it was almost gone when I finally got a fever.