I haven't had chocolate in a week. I've been sick. It started out as just another cold but grew into a thriving case of strep throat. Four sleepless nights later, I'm back to just a cold but everything still taste like cherry cough drops.
During the week I must have consumed at least 100 cough drops, half a container of throat spray, multiple cold pills- from Tylenol Cold and Flu medication (which didn't work) to nasal decongestents and I even tried Musinex even though I think their commercials are the grossest thing on TV. (They're even grosser than Andrew Dice Clay being on a show with Donald Trump.) I've used 1/4 a container of Vicks, both on my chest and on my feet as per one home remedy. You're supposed to slather it on the bottom of your feet before you go to bed and when you wake up the cold is supposed to have been magically drawn out of you. Uh, no. Instead, all it did was make my socks sticky. I've eaten half a box of fruit popsicles, ate copious amounts of pasta slathered in butter and salt, and gone through two boxes of chicken noodle cup o' soup.
I really despise being sick.
And like an idiot, the whole time last week I was at work every day. Even the day I was so winded from congestions that while I was taking a shower, I grew so weak I had to sit down. Why? Why didn't I stay home rather than risk infecting my lovely co-workers? Because they didn't stay home and they infected me. I was the last one sick so I figured they were immune. Plus, I had too much stuff to do and have too many bills to pay to rely on sick time.
I finally gave in today though. My throat is fine but I still can't breath too well and since I've been sick I haven't done a lick of laundry. So it was either go into work still feeling like crap in dirty cloths or stay home and try and get some cloths clean, despite how winded I still get just going up and down the stairs just once.
By this Wednesday I should be back to my old self. And I can't wait. I really miss chocolate.