sniffle

dear faithful bloggies: i have the flu.  it goes without saying that this is no fun.  perhaps it came about from being caught in a downpour twice and wearing my soggy suits to meetings the rest of the days.  i'm not sure.  either way, i'm sick.  like, it takes 3 minutes to walk to the kitchen to get a glass of juice sick.  on a positive note, thanks to (i think) five scalding hot baths with rosemary oil that i took last night to get rid of the insane body aches, i do feel a bit better this morning.  so far, i have successfully kept down a glass of grapefruit juice and a clif bar.  how did this happen?  wah wah wah!?  what sucks more is that, in the absence of my buddies (who have moved to colorado and indy, respectively) i now have no one who will drive a mile or so to bring me juice or sit with me in my hour of need.  so, after spending most of 4pm - 6pm time slot yesterday (i ralphed during the Tyra Banks Show, which I think is normal) dry heaving, i collected myself and moseyed over the whole foods where i slowly got some provisions.  hey, at least i no longer live in the 4th floor walk up surrounded by teenagers.  oop!  one of my ears is entirely plugged up, so the sound of my typing is strange.  i sound like i'm on heavy meds, but i'm not.

in fact, as with any malady, i devised my own holistic treatment plan.  it involves an intense amount of gaia herbs echinacea and other homeopathic liquigels; drinking (as heather, my dancer friend, once suggested) a quart of oj - with the juice of an entire lemon squeezed in it - in under an hour; teas of various kinds; and lots of scalding baths with rosemary oil.  later on, when my stomach has proven to me that it can go the distance, i might make a very sexy concoction of garlic, onion, lemon juice, hot pepper, and chicken broth - a nonna specialty that can do everything from put hair on your chest to cure a common cold.  what it will not do is get anyone lining up to make out with you.  to cap off this whine, i'll just say that, duh, i hate being sick.  but this is ever so inconvenient because i have loads of stuff to do for work and even more to do for chicagojobhunttime.  i'm starting to get nervous and feel as if i have an hourglass strapped to my back.  my mom sent me cell phone pics of a three-legged cat she's befriended in her neighborhood.  that lifted my spirits significantly.  

also, a piece of advice, when you've been in your apt. for almost 24 hours straight (i understand that for some this is normal) and you're not used to it (like me), are wearing the same stained stanford sweatshirt and slipper socks all day, and cannot breathe through both of your nostrils, DO NOT WATCH a danish drama that netflix just so happened to choose from your queue.  'after the wedding' was a good movie, but the grey sky and stoicism of the danes were not uplifting for my situation.  instead, i recommend 'milo and otis' or something equally feel-good.

so dear friends - call me, email me, sing 'uptown girl' to me or something.  tell me how this whole moving to chicago thing is an awesome idea despite the piss poor economy and hiring climate.  tell me how my trip there to interview will be so awesomely destined that i'll scarcely believe how great it turns out, because it will feel like a drew barrymore/jennifer garner/chick-flick movie where i have a fabulous wardrobe, along with an amazing, 'how'd i land that?' job.  sniffle.  i'm going to see what's on tv - i am astonished to find that among all the trash tv, the style network literally plays 'whose wedding is it anyway?' non-stop from 9 - 6pm.  gag.