Down with Disease

The sickness is almost gone...FINALLY!!! My nose is officially chafing, which means seven more weeks of summer! Yeah? There is something about being sick that reverts you back to childhood. I can always remember chicken soup and crackers. That's it. Nothing more. As I've gotten into the '00s, I've upgraded my sickware package to include Gatorade (that cool refreshing drink) and popsicles. When, I feel better and start getting the sense of smell, all food tastes yummy again. Usually, a grilled cheese sandwich is the measuring stick. If I eat one and then crave dipping myself into a vat of gouda, I'm aces. Right now, it's real close and I'm contemplating on going out. Maybe I need to fire up the stove and see...
...but I'm not done yet. Part of the nifty thing about being sick, is that there is someone to take care of you. However, being alone and sick makes you feel like you are ALONE AND SICK. Being with someone else while boogers are hanging out of your nostrils means that they are your SICK SLAVE. "Honey, can you go to the store and get me some soup and crackers?" is much more enjoyable than dragging your weak self out of bed and into some wrinkled clothes, then into you car to go to the grocer where the checkout out girl says "How are you doing?". Doesn't she see the Tissues, Gatorade, Saltines, Campbells, Tropicana, Vicks, Arnold's and Edy's items on that little conveyor thingy? Look down miss and look at my sick groceries!!! Can't you tell? Don't you notice THAT I AM SICK AND I NEED A FREAKIN CUDDLE? On that note, I think I'm feeling even better now, thank you very much.