Under the weather

For the past two weeks my head has felt like it was stuffed with concrete — that oozed gallons of guck through my sinuses, down the back of my throat…. Gahhhh. Sniffling, coughing, blowing my nose constantly…when will it all end? And how can one head hold so much guck? I had a head cold similar to this one back in the summer, but it seems like I just got over it, and now here I am in the same boat again. This time I didn’t feel like I was getting sick — I had a little tickle in my throat, nothing major. But once the allergies kicked in to help — HELP!!!

Now my brother has come down with a cold of his own. Yeah, the “man cold.” He’s curled up on the couch clutching his box of tissues, wearing his parka with the hood pulled up. I made a run to the store for remedies — decongestants, cough suppressants, more tissues, etc.

And I decided I’d make some chicken noodle soup, because I had the “makings” in the house. I have no idea how it will turn out, but I opened a couple cans of chicken broth, added part of a box of bow-tie pasta, some frozen cubed roasted chicken breast, frozen peas, and frozen carrots. I reckon it’ll have to simmer a couple hours to go from frozen to hot, plus cook the noodles, but I really have no idea. Cooking is not my thing. But how hard can it be? Knowing those words often precede total disasters, I choose to remain optimistic. Time will tell.

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