So, this was probably the crappiest weekend I’ve had in a while. I spent all last week coughing like a crazy person, and on Thursday I felt so bad I had to leave work early, and it only got worse from there. I kept thinking “colds only last a couple of days, I’ll get better tomorrow” but I just kept getting worse. Finally on Sunday, I stopped being stubborn and went to the doctor and found out I had an upper respiratory infection and pharyngitis. Yummy. Now I’m on a Z-pack and some prescription cough syrup that allowed me to finally have a good night’s sleep… the first one I’ve had in almost a week.
I was glad to see Sean and Christine this weekend, even though I was a giant pile of sickness who was not really very fun to be around. It was nice of them to brave the contagion and visit me anyway. Ben was sweet and attentive all weekend, bringing me medicine, water, and cough drop after cough drop after cough drop. What a wonderful boyfriend I have. Sometimes I don’t know what I’d do without him.
So, because I’ve been sick all weekend, and all I’m craving is some of my mother’s homemade chicken noodle soup, this week’s quote is about soup. Go figure.
“What does good in bed mean to me? When I’m sick and I stay home from school propped up with lots of pillows watching TV and my mom brings me soup – that’s good in bed.”