home sick, homesick
Tylenol, Crystal Light lemonade and ice chips for breakfast. I know I'm sick when skipping one of my favorite meals of the day doesn't even phase me. Pretty sure Boyfriend brought some ghetto fabulous germs home from work. He claims he's innocent: as an anesthesiology resident, he's in the sterile OR for the better part of the day. But I'm not buying it.
I'm cuddled up on the couch right now, the warmth of my laptop where it belongs, on my lap, and the coolness of a pillowcase resting under my arm. Soon the pillow will be beneath my head.
I don't get sick very often. Today's dizziness and aching head-ears-throat has also brought on a wave of homesickness. Nobody was better than mom when it came to toast and tea, backrubs and supplying those Ludens cherry cough drops that tasted more like candy than medicine. Now I resort to cheesy daytime TV and another cup of ice chips.
Here's hoping that Boyfriend brings home some hot chicken noodle soup. That, and a box of cherry Ludens, and I may even forget about those pesky germs....