Creature of Comfort
Well I was supposed to be on vacation this week. Supposed to being the key word. Everything was going according to plan until last Tuesday. Last Tuesday my hubby came home sniffling and sneezing. No biggie I thought. I gave him some cold medicine and I thought that would take care of everything. I wish! By Thursday night he was coughing, and running fever. Great I though. My hubby hardly ever gets sick but he is now. By then I had decided to start taking an extra multivitamin, and disinfecting the whole house. I thought that would keep me from getting sick. WRONG! Sunday night I had a frog in my throat. I thought it was from all the gun powder from the fireworks however; by Monday morning I was also running a fever. I couldn't believe it! This is the week I took off for vaction. Some of my friends and I had decided to take day-cations the whole week and explore the Houston area. I was so bumbed. Instead of looking at the renovated Moddy Gardens rainforest pyrmaid. I'm home living on chicken soup and watching I Love Lucy.
When I'm sick I become a creature of comfort. I quit being healty and crave my favorite things. It's almost like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I stay in my pajamas all day watching my favorite movies and eating soup. And housework...yeah let's not mention that. Thankfully, I washed hubby's work clothes before I got sick! :)
When you are not feeling well what type of things comfort you?
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