Day Four

Here’s how I started my day-

I am Bobble Head Soup Natzi. It's lentil soup and I have no idea where I got the energy to make it. See recipe here -
http://vegetarian.about.com/od/soupssalads/r/crockpotlentil.htm
I’m adding Italian sausage and escarole because the recipe was a little too healthy.

Mr. Cold has moved to my chest, and for anyone that knows me, I don’t need any more help in that area. I’ve been blessed enough, thank you.

The other night I drug myself to the drug store to get some drugs. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed RELIEF in a bottle, so I drank a lot of whiskey.

I kid, although that was the cure-all growing up. Momma’s gonna love me for that.

As I was entering the drug store reality set in that I was in public and I didn’t remember dressing myself properly because I ran out so fast and my head had been in the clouds for days from fevers and being sick. I looked down praying as I scanned myself.

"Shoes. Check."

"PANTS? Oh Lord, Please…..check."

"Whew!"

"We’re good."

I knew I was wearing a fleece because I could feel the warmth but frankly, I wasn’t sure about the lower half of my body.

I approached the pharmacist in the back, he took two steps backwards to avoid the plague I was carrying, and in some pathetic voice that I still had left I asked him for the best shit he had and told him I just needed to sleep, or to be put to sleep. I don’t remember.

And that’s how I ended up with Nyquil. I only took it the one night and I did get a decent night’s sleep.

On the way out of the drug store I almost started crying. The tears started welling up and that's when you know you’re sick in a pathetic way. You're suddenly 4 years old and looking for your Momma and your blankie, or comfort of some sort.

But I had Nyquil! And I was going to Dreamland and that was all I cared about.