I’ve got the flu blues.
(Original post date: Friday, February 08, 2008)
It started with my daughter earlier this week, then my husband started running a fever yesterday, then the middle school called ’cause my son was running a fever, and I walked around all day trying to convince myself that the sore throat, painful cough, chills and wooziness were allergies. I admit it – I’m a goober. But it’s research season and there’s stuff to do. Now, however, I feel like total crap. I need REAL chicken soup… with matzo balls and little noodles – but I don’t have the energy to make it. Out of desperation I bought a can of chicken soup with matzo balls – I swear I must’ve been delirious! Canned matzo balls? What kind of sicko would think that up? And what desperate moron would BUY it? Oh, yeah, me. Just one more piece of evidence that I’m not playing with a full deck.
Here’s what I want right now: I want my mommy! I want her to make me her chicken soup, drive it out here, heat it up, and then tidy my house. She used to tidy up my room when I was sick. Cool, fresh sheets, no clutter… it always made me feel better. I’d do it myself but I’m all worn out from having the flu, taking care of a husband and son with the flu, and making sure my recently-over-the-flu daughter is eating actual meals occasionally and not watching rated-R movies or something while I’m in bed, curled up in a ball. I have no doubt that if I called my mom and shared these wishes with her, she’d be on her way out here with enough chicken soup to cure an army before lunch time tomorrow. But that would be selfish and childish considering I’m a grown-up and she lives 2 hours away with, you know, a life of her own. So, instead, I’m just going to sit here and sulk.
FYI, until I’m well enough to remain standing long enough to make my own soup, we’re sticking to Campbell’s. It ain’t homemade chicken soup with matzo balls, but it’s easy and it tastes like soup… not like sewage like the aforementioned abomination.
Enough with the pity party. I’m going to pass out now.