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March 10, 2000
I'm a big nasty ball of germs.
When I was little, and got sick (which happened quite a lot), my mom would entice me to eat by making little menus. She'd think up silly names for food (sick-kid comfort food -- soup, grilled cheese, etc.) and draw little pictures, and let me choose what I wanted to eat. It was one of the high points of being at home, sick in bed.
She reminded me of that yesterday, when I was home sick in bed with The Cold From Hell. I had to make my own soup (boo-hoo!) and tea (oh, wah!). But I did have a happy warm cat sleeping on my belly for much of the day, while I watched utterly horrid daytime TV.
Smoking while sick is never a good idea. I quit a couple of years ago, but... funny how stress makes bad habits creep back in. My rationale right now is, I quit once, I can quit again. Never mind how bad quitting sucked the first time around.
I've said it before, I'll say it again -- I am an email junkie. So send me some! Tell me what your mom did when you were little and sick in bed. Or what bad habits you revisit when you're stressed. Or just tell me a story.
Posted by Mary Ellen at March 10, 2000 11:44 AM