Cravings of a Diseased Foodie

Udon Noodle Soup

“Udon Noodle Soup” from Spoonful

It’s Monday, April 29th, and my contract in this place ends in 16 days. I still haven’t decided whether or not I will accept their offer of another year but the fact that I almost never get sick and yet I have gotten intolerably ill several times this year (all corresponding with stressful issues at work and my immune system throwing it’s defenses in and saying “I give up!”) is not helpful in making a rational decision.

I’ve been sick most of the weekend and before bed last night I thought I was getting better and was planning to just take my box of tissues and a few cough drops into work and get my shit done. Because that’s what bitches do. They get their shit done. But instead, I go to bed and I feel like I’m drowning and I’ve got that phobia of death by suffocation and drowning is even worse. So I drugged myself up so I could get some sleep and I thought everything would be fine.

I woke up this morning feeling like my face was both itchy and on fire… on the inside. Between the not being in good health and the allergies I’m about ready to claw my own face off. I still got ready to go to work and I am actually at work but it took some effort to get here and I made my dad stop on the way in because I was running out of tissues and cough drops at an alarming rate and desperately needed a restock. I’m sure you’re thinking “What the hell?? Why not just stay home??”. And yeah, I’m thinking that too. But that whole getting shit done, remember? If I ditch this job I refuse to be like the last person and leave a bunch of unfinished business. Plus I’m supposed to run a study night for all my freshmen and had to bring in the snacks. Don’t worry, I’m leaving the snacks and instructions for tonight with the desk worker and going home early.

Now I’m not sure about you but one of the hardest parts about being sick, aside from the part where it’s hard to stay upright, is trying to decide what to eat. I woke up this morning and wanted to eat soup and fruit. But the sore throat was screaming for warm things so I was shuffling around the kitchen mumbling about wanting WARM fruit. My dad yelled at me and I cried because I just wanted my warm fruit and soup but we didn’t have any. I settled for the blueberry muffins I’d made last night (which are fantastic and the recipe can be found on a previous post HERE, just scroll down to the muffins) and some strawberries which I’m allowing to come to room temp before I eat them. Of course my office feels like the arctic but I’m hoping the strawberries don’t notice.

So all the way in to work I’m trying to decide what my brain means by “warm fruit” which is apparently what my body needs. And between filing my check requests and writing a handbook for the next sorry person who ends up with this job I found this:

Grilled Fruit with Honey and Yogurt

“Grilled Fruit with Honey and Yogurt” from Playin With my Food

I don’t have plums at home but I do have some other fruit I can cook down with some honey and maybe not yogurt (doesn’t react well with the phlegm) but I’m sure I can figure something out. And now back to taking 10 minutes to finish up some database spreadsheet thingies instead of 5 because I’m really moving slow today.

Get rest and drink lots of water, Foodie Nation.

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