What a crazy week it has been. In a post wedding haze amongst seeing friends, working, having Mum away in Mitchell, and not even getting the opportunityto blog, somehow I picked up a cold. Unfortunately a mixture of the change of season and lack of rest finally caught up with me.
Admittedly, I am probably the worst the sick person in the world. I tend to live in a state of self-denial about any kind of medical condition until I am a little incapacitated. And I find colds the worst. Not only do you look and feel really awful, your head is foggy, you lose your voice and you can’t taste (which is probably the worst symptom of all). Plus, I am not good at letting people look after me.
When I am sick, I find nothing more comforting than a warm cup of miso soup (I always have instant miso soup in the house from the Asian section at Woolworths). I vividly remember the first time I tried miso soup. It was in a fancy Tepanyaki restaurant at the Gold Coast with my Mum, sister and aunt. We had made our order (including miso soup to try) and the waiter had returned with what was clearly the jasmine tea that we had also asked for. Upon placing it in front of us, my aunty picked up her chopsticks and put them straight in the tea, in front of the waiters and said; “Mmm. Miso Soup.” Needless to say we all just looked at her completely dumbfounded. Since that day we give her a hard time whenever she has either miso soup of jasmine tea (which we distinguish between before presenting her with).
I have almost been through a box of tissues and half a bottle of echinacea and am currently tucked up listening to the sound of rain because I got to work from home. All in all, it could be worse.
I still hate being sick.