Fighting Illness

You know all my bragging about never getting sick?  Well, hubris is a bitch.  Because I got sick.  And when I got sick, I became a self-indulgent baby.

First of all, classic Doctor Who is available on Netflix (see above)!  If Tom Baker can fight the Wirrn with panache and a 22-foot scarf, then I felt I could certainly conquer the sore throat and fever that plagued my own body.

Speaking of fever, there’s nothing that quells my fever and soothes my throat like ice cream!  And being the indecisive infant that I am when ill, I couldn’t decide between two flavours.  So I brought them both home, sat on the cool floor, and dug into both at the same time.  One Girl, Two Pints.  It was disgusting.

Lastly, I need to make an addendum to this post.  I am superstitious about my feet getting wet.  I firmly believe that wet feet = illness.  Thus, I take Airborne tablets whenever my feet get wet, when someone around me gets sick, and when I feel sick myself.  I have no idea what they contain, if they actually do anything…I don’t know why I’m such a dork about it.  But I take it.

Wish me luck, guys.