|Forget "Chicken Soup"....|
December 10, 2002
Went to work today. Felt kinda lousy physically (no fun trying to expell your brains through your nostrils, but since no matter how hard i blow my nose nothing else comes out....i guess the only other thing i could be trying to get rid of are what little brains i have left. i've also started coughing so hard, i must be trying to hack up a lung) But, despite feeling ill...i was in a good mood. i always love being at the library, no matter how crappy anything else is going.
By the time i left work, i was pretty wiped. It was all i could do to keep my eyes from closing at red lights! i did try to lie down when i got home, but i can't lie down for more than an hour at a time, cause i congest so horribly. The antibiotics haven't kicked in yet, and i feel, if possible, worse than i did on Sunday. i knew i should've stayed home yesterday....and i'm very seriously considering calling in sick tomorrow. Don't see that i'd be worth a rat's ass at work....and don't see that it'd do me a damn bit of good to go in, either....what i really need is rest...even if i can't lie down and sleep, i still need to just rest. H probably won't like it. i'm sure Gwen won't either....but i'm not getting any better, and really dread getting any worse, especially so close to Christmas.
i had the nicest thing happen to me today at work...really made the day special.
A week or two ago, i'd been chatting with a mom, who mentioned making cauliflower soup. i said that was one of my favorites, though i've never made it, and don't get to have it often. She said she'd been to culinary school and makes very good cauliflower soup, and offered to bring me some.
Of course i said that would be nice, and thanked her...and then i completely forgot about it. Until this morning. When she and her son came in, and she handed me a paper tote bag, and said "I didn't forget...I brought you your lunch." In the bag was a container of cauliflower soup!! i was so surprised!
i only get a 15 min lunch break, so i brought my soup home. There was enough for a really really BIG bowl of soup....and that's what i had for supper. i didn't even save any for H. After all, i'm sick, and i need it more than he does!
It was the best cauliflower soup i've ever tasted, and i enjoyed every spoonful, thinking how kind it had been of that mom (whose name i don't even know) to have remembered, and how perfect the timing was, considering how sick i feel. i felt very warm inside, from the soup, and from gratitude. Guess you could say i had "Cauliflower Soup for the Soul"....