All is not well in the State of Sum, I’ve spent the day at behind a desk running a fever from an unknown ailment. This is not one of those “cough man flu” situations as I have no other symptoms, I’m just running a high temperature for some reason.
I’ve been like a little fire since yesterday, and I’ve been able to only get a few hours sleep. It’s one of those stupid fevers where you are warm with covers and cold without so in the end I kept them on because that was less effort. Now though I’m the train home.
This means I’ve become one of ‘those’ people and I feel sorry for the lady who is now having to sit next to the sweating guy who is literally feverishly typing on his phone (that would be me). I just want to get home for some comfort.
I know what is waiting for me when I get back. A nice bowl of hot soup, crusty bread and the least amount of preparation and cleaning. Is there anything more stomachly satisfying than bland and hot food? Nobody ever said a stick of celery made them feel better.
Feeling a bit ropey (and with a migraine to boot ) I should also be thankful that the Feliciraptor is spending the night and Grandma G’s, yes I love her but she has inherited my lack for sympathy gene. Mrs G tells me that having a pet would be comforting, but I know people with cats (which is what she’d like ) and with nicknames like ‘Satan’ and ‘Demon beast’ I am not confident in labeling felines as the Florence Nightingale of the animal kingdom.
I think what is really need is to be lying on a beach towel filling myself with vitamin D. Not sure how this would help with a fever, but being ill behind a desk is no fun either.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “An Odd Trio.”
Today, you can write about whatever you what — but your post must include, in whatever role you see fit, a cat, a bowl of soup, and a beach towel.