september 26

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.

Comments

[theslazman]

Hey Anna,

Hoe you get better. Been a while since Ive caught on your news. Im sad to see that you are sick again.

Try some ginger tea - that stuff worked for me last time.

Take Care

[brimful]

You got sodium chloride right, of course, my dear. I'm amazed, however, that you crave spicy Indian food when you're sick with a sore throat. Spice + sore throat= brimful of tears at mi casa.

As for losing your voice, anyone who knows you should know that your typed words can be just as powerful as your spoken ones!