I don't very often get sick, and when I do, I'm the worst patient. My least favorite thing in the world is staying still when I want to be moving, and that's all there is to being sick. It's been nice watching movies and taking naps, but all I want to do right now is enjoy my day off work and the lovely weather that's unusually accompanying it.
I watched "Mrs. Doubtfire" for the first time in years, and it made me feel like a kid again, staying home from school with a fever. Perhaps it's only due to my immense guilt complex, but I don't even remember enjoying staying home from school. I was always worried I'd miss out on something. Ballet and soccer practice on the other hand, I had no reservations skipping for the day. I had a tendency of embarrassing myself during extra-cirriculars, and one day off that reality was always welcome in my schedule.
On the bright side of things, being sick made me think of a book I used to read with my mom called "Chicken Soup with Rice." I don't think I've ever actually had chicken soup with rice while sick -- even though after I finished the book I ALWAYS wanted to eat it, sort of like I ALWAYS wanted Pasta after "Strega Nona." Luckily I'm a big girl now and can make my own damn chicken soup with rice, and that's exactly what I've set out to do.
Unfortunately we don't have any chicken broth, and I'm afraid I'll fall over if I try to walk to Trader Joe's -- I'm so exhausted! So, it's become white-rice-with-a-whole-bunch-of-pinches-from-my-roommates'-spice-supply instead. We'll see how it turns out.
In other news, my departure is creeping closer by the minute! I can't believe how lucky I am still, and how positively wonderful this adventure will undoubtedly be. I guess my getting sick is my body's way of prepping me so I get it out of my system before I'm over there. Kinda like my computer crashing (which was fixed by the end of that evening, I'm happy to report!) So excited. So so so excited.