Yowsa. What a rough couple of days. Being sick makes me so sad, and so bored. The worst part about being sick is when it kicks in right after a trip – you are stuck at home with absolutely nothing that can be eaten in a pinch. You’re out of meds, and you can’t quite imagine stepping foot out of your door for anything. So you suffer and hope that, when you wake up, it’s all over and you’re cured of the sniffles and sore throat. Maybe it’s just a bad dream, right? Ppshya – so much for that idea. The more I slept, the more my eyes became sealed shut with crusties and the more it hurt to swallow. I’ll stop there, and I won’t talk about the icky mucous. I finally rolled myself outta bed and ….. onto the couch (the first day I was literally sleeping...
