Hey everybody! It's Rosie here, reporting that I am alive and, well let's leave it at alive, shall we?
My husband and I rang in our first New Year married in style. And by in style I mean laid up on our couch, hand in hand, under layers and layers of blankies, watching the ball drop. We were determined to make it to midnight.
So, we both got the flu. And as awful as it has been, I am finally on the mend. At the ripe age of 30, i have gotten sick many times without my parents to take care of me, however this time, with the both of us sick, and seeing as it has lasted 8 days as of today, I had a few new experiences taking care of myself. First of all, cooking and cleaning up after myself when I am sick is the worst. Specifically, the two times I stood over my sink washing dishes, for the 3 minutes at a time that I could handle doing so, was atrocious. Seriously, there should be a law against having to do dishes when sick, or a service that you can hire that come in dressed in gas masks and clean suits to keep house for you.
Doing the dishes, wasn't much worse that having to cook for myself, because on about day 5 I declared that I could not, would not eat another can of chicken noodle soup for as long as I live (or the next 6 months). So i decided I would push through the pain, and make some chicken noodle soup. However, I knew I needed to work smarter, not harder, and do as little of the work as possible. So I bought a rotisserie chicken, used stock, and utilized my amazing food processor to do the chopping for me.
