Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Sometimes, you just need your mom.
I'm having one of those last couple of days when I just want to call my mom and have her take care of me. Yes, I've been an adult for the past 10 years(my version of adulthood came the moment she died) but sometimes you just want to be treated like when you were 5 and had to stay home sick. I want my fluffy slippers, homemade soup, and lots and LOTS of Sprite. Well after a couple of day worth of fighting what I had tried to ignore I got hit in the head my a metaphorical 2x4 yesterday and I crashed hard. 12+ hours of sleep hard. Monday night, not great sleep but got up on Tuesday morning to go workout, feeling great! Had a cough and kinda felt like i slept under a drafty window(which I hadn't) but no big deal. When my throat has the slightest tinge of hurting I go into coffee detox mode and drink only hot tea(preferably minty inspired). I just figured out that no coffee + early morning after a bad night's sleep+ oncoming cold= Meredith feeling like death. BUT I stuck it out at work, I really hate calling in sick or leaving sick, honestly it irritates me to have to do it so I try not to. I think that's probably my parents in me telling me to "buck up". They weren't insensitive, just no-nonsense. Alas, I woke this morning and the throat was worse than yesterday but I felt rested and like a shower would bring me new life for the impending day! And it did! But sitting in my office, sucking on a Chloroseptic cough drop that tastes like cherry flavored dead moose butt, throwing back all the fluids I can get my grubby hands on, and wishing I could call my mom and have her bring me some of her magic soup.