I am super-sick.
I rarely get sick, but when I do, I do it with a bang.
The lethargy and headaches started more than a week ago, on New Year's Eve. They ebbed away after we returned to Bloomington, but quickly turned into a runny nose and lots of coughing. Now the congestion is all sitting in my chest cavity, and my throat feels like a furnace. Otherwise, I feel fine, and I shouldn't be contagious anymore, so I can go to work and start the new semester. But it isn't fun.
Last night I was supposed to make pizza sticks per Sweetie's request, but nothing looked better than the pictures on Lori's blog for homemade chicken and dumplings.
I cheated and used frozen chicken and canned broth. I also used I Can't Believe It's Not Butter and white whole wheat flour in the dumplings, which fell apart and left me with lots of soggy crumbs at the bottom. But it did soothe my upper body temporarily. And I know that isn't just nostalgia or a placebo effect, because (a) my mother never made chicken soup when I was sick...she gave me 7-Up and Ginger Ale and had me gargle salt water instead, and (b) chicken has genuine anti-inflammatory properties.
A follow-up to yesterday's post: I did actually swap that blog-happy class for one that (I hope) will be more materially useful. If I want to keep at the second degree, I can always take it next fall or spring, and in the meantime I only have one confirmed aggravating course to deal with for the next four months.