it DID get worse! hooray for my psychic abilities. today, the most cherished, long-standing dream of every single one of my ex-bfs came true; i lost my voice.
i went to CVS in the middle of the day to stock up on provisions. unfortunately, though i work in a posh enough area that there are no less that four starbucks in a two block radius, our CVS looks like something out of communist russia. i.e. picked clean. all i wanted was some damned orange juice. of course, they were out. of orange juice. wtf?
i bought those chloraseptic/fake-listerine strip things for my unbelievably sore throat, which felt like it was wearing a super-chunky wool sweater, then i picked up some lozenges.
honestly, the tea and tylenol i had probably did more for me than any of this OTC junk. sigh. i don't mind being sick, but sore throats? those are the worst. owww. i'd gargle with saltwater but i don't own any salt. i know, shocking. i swear i don't. i just grabbed an IKEA folding chair and nearly killed myself by standing on it to forage through the top-most cabinets, which are clearly only useful if you are seven feet tall. still no sodium chloride/NaCl (that was for brimful, but only if i was right). did i mention that my throat hurts? >:(
when i'm sick, sad or cranky, i want indian food. nothing else will do. so tonight, i made rasam. and rice. and those insanely addictive pappads from punjab which have pepper in them and look like swiss cheese once fried (holes). i was shocked that i was together enough to make dinner from scratch, since i haven't cooked in, oh, three months. i'm paying for my burst of energetic efficiency now though. i am wan and wasted. and i can still smell rasam. damn. if i hadn't brushed my teeth in preparation for bed, i'd probably go have a midnight slurp.