Bullfrogs and Comfort Food
Yesterday I woke up with a bit of sniffle, a slightly hoarse voice and just enough sickness to make me feel adequately sorry for myself on my way to work.
Today I sound like a very unhealthy bullfrog and got sent home after three hours of moaning at my desk. After a stop at the store for the necessary sick day items – (O.J., soup, and graham crackers) I came home and crashed.
Honestly though, I have an incredibly hard time with sick days. It feels like such a waste to get a day off to sleep and eat runny food and wish you could do something more interesting besides think about how sick you feel. I have to say that having a nest made it a great deal better though, and I was able to really enjoy having a place all my own to come in and recuperate.
Why is it that we have “sick food” anyway? For me, my comfort food is graham crackers dipped in milk. Whether I’m sad, sick, lonely or just have the munchies, that always sounds good. I’m not usually a big soup eater, but when I’m sick it always sounds good, which is kind of weird. Wouldn’t you think that you would crave things that you normally like when sick, instead of reverting to a nasty menu to make being sick even nastier?
I don’t get sick that often, but when I do, I’m a total wuss about it. I don’t know how to go on with daily life and a sore throat. Really. It’s actually quite pathetic.
So there’s my running commentary on sickness and Dani and how the two intertwine. Aren’t you glad you tuned in?
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