I'm sick. Not death throws sick or terminal illness sick. (Not even mental illness sick, although I have a few friends and at least one former roommate who will argue otherwise.) I have a cold. An ordinary, chest-heaving, throat-throbbing, Niagara nose cold. But I feel awful.
It's karma really. When I was home visiting my sister, she started to feel sick. Then she actually became sick. And I made fun of her. "Jesus, Rose. Go blow your nose." "Hey, Snuffaluffagus." "You aren't a very good sick person, are you?"
So I'm feeling feverish but I can't find my thermometer, my throat feels like an unrefined Brillo pad, and earlier today at the end of my second class I felt all dizzy and fainty like Scarlet O'Hara in bloomers on one of her couches (minus the seventeen-inch waist, obviously).
Anyway, tonight I'm thankful for my sense of humor (even if I'm the only one laughing and I'm doing it through night sweats) and Martha Stewart's home remedies. Including, but not limited to, homemade ginger tea with Wisconsin honey. Because it makes a throat feel good.
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