I'm sick. I woke up yesterday morning with a bad sore throat which for me is always sign #1 that the funk is about to invade my body. I only felt worse as the day progressed and congestion took over my head and my stomach felt less than stellar. When I called K to tell him that I wasn't feeling so hot he says "You're not pregnant are you?" my response "no sweetheart, a sore throat and stuffy nose are not typical pregnancy symptoms". Sigh.
I got home and the love of my life, being his amazing self, went to the store and picked up all the ingredients to make me homemade chicken noodle soup. Not sure why but chicken noodle soup has some sort of healing power in it and instantly makes me feel better.
Neither of us slept well last night and we were both awake at 3am. He asked me how I felt and if I needed anything and I responded "Shitty, can you get me some juice?" and he did. I woke up this morning still feeling not so great but decided to drag my ass to work anyway. Unfortunately Kristian called me on his way to work to say that he wasn't feeling so hot either. Ugh. Stick a big QUARANTINE sign on our door and call it a day.
Lucky for me Kristian is not only incredibly sweet by making me soup and getting me juice at 3am but he also brought me medicine today. He works about a mile down the road from my office and he called me right after lunch to tell me he was outside. I walk out to his car and he tells me to open my mouth. My first thought was "really? this isn't appropriate to do right here right now" but then I got my dirty little mind out of the gutter and did as I was told. He proceeded to spray some Zicam into my mouth to help speed up the healing process. The stuff leaves a horrible after taste but hopefully it will work and I won't be sick and miserable this weekend.
I have a man who cooks me chicken noodle soup and does drive by's to bring me medicine when I'm sick. Am I lucky or what?