Single parents shouldn't be allowed to get sick. Ever. I was up all night trying not to cough up my toenails. (Thanks Mom for giving me your coughing abilities) This morning my face was puffy enough I couldn't open both eyes. Early afternoon I was able to drag myself into Instacare. The fact I was willing to go to Instacare is similar Charlet's hand hurting enough she couldn't text.
Verdict? I'm sick. Abx, inhalers and cough syrup -- the kind that tastes like liquid death.
I ran to Wal-mart on Saturday to stock up on tissues and pick up stuff to do semi-homemade chicken noodle soup. Came home and called Mildred to see if she would be able to make a few phone calls I promised Bonnie I'd make and she ended up bringing me some soup. I think her soup will do me more good than the liquid death syrup. Definitely does my heart good.
After a nice nap there was a knock on the door and Joy had brought me some soup too. Yay! It's amazing what something as simple as soup does for chasing away the loneliness.
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