Greetings from the state of infirmity!

I woke this morning thinking that all was well. I felt greatly improved from yesterday. I could breathe through my nose. I had no fever. My throat was feeling dandy and I had absolutely no desire for Jamba Juice.

(Well, that’s a lie. I always have a desire for Jamba….it just wasn’t as intense as it has been for the last couple of days.)

Instead, I put on my usual 1/3 pot of coffee and then examined the contents of my fridge.

Well, freezer.

I bought these a while back and thought I might give them a try. Truth be told, I don’t mind Eggo’s myself, but no harm in trying other brands.

I know, I know.

Homemade would be better…but I don’t have a waffle maker or waffle pan….or whatever people make waffles in. I can make pancakes, but waffles? No. Not without a toaster.

And apparently I can’t even do that…I burned them! My bad!

They still tasted pretty good though! I liked them. I decided to have a couple of sunny side up eggs as well. To keep with the theme, I overcooked the eggs a little also. Oops.

After this triumphant return to normal eats, I decided I must be (mostly) recovered and it was time to do a mass laundry expedition. Clean the sick coated sheets and comforter. All of the towels. Make everything fresh and new.

About halfway through this exercise, I learned that I was in fact, still sick.

And wanted to die.


Not really.

But I didn’t feel good to be sure. I have a bad habit of over exerting myself when ill. I think it has to do with never taking sick days at work. I feel like no matter what, I need to push on as normal. Not so. Even when you feel a little better, it’s still wise to take it easy for a day or two. Deciding to embark on the great apartment cleaning that you’ve been meaning to do isn’t the soundest idea.

I had meant to wash all my dishes and clean my floors, but after going to Walgreens for cat litter and washing all of my clothes and sheets, I had nothing left to give. I struggled to put sheets on the bed, and then I nuked a bowl of soup from yesterday, putting Daria back on my TV.

The soup wasn’t anything special. Just a “toss whatever you have into the pot” creation. It had onions, garlic, chicken broth, chicken, black beans, Trader Joe’s Three Grain Blend, half a bag of frozen peppers and some spinach in it. Chunky and filling.

Now those of you who are healthy living purists and never do anything nutrition-wise that you shouldn’t, look away.

Oh yeah.

I went there.

I can’t help it. I don’t care whether these things are healthy or not. I grew up crumbling them into bowls of soup. I’ve done if for as long as I can remember and there’s nothing that comforts me more than taking 4 or 5 of these and crushing them over a bowl of hot steamy goodness.


So good.

I pretty much spent the rest of my day coughing. Most of my other symptoms are gone, but I cough and cough and cough. There’s nothing I can do to stop it either. Nothing helps.

Not even sparkling Sofia Coppola wine.

I may have or may have not tried to soothe my coughing with a lot some of this sparkling wine that I picked up at the Coppola vineyard back in April when I went wine tasting with my friends, Cindy and Florence.

(I know it sounds fancy…but recently I spied the same bottle on the shelves at Safeway. So much for feelin’ swanky. Wait. I take that back. It’s not wrapped in girly pink cellophane at Safeway! Totally worth the weekend trip to Sonoma! ….)

Alas, despite my efforts, the cough remains.

What is your least favorite cold symptom?

For me, it’s a tie between sore throat and cough.


I’m sorry to have abandoned you all so early in the New Year.

It isn’t my fault, though.

I’m sick.

I’ve managed to contract a cold for the second time in a month.

I think my lack of good, healthy food has made my body very vulnerable. I’ve been eating scraps or take out for days. It makes me realize how important my CSA deliveries really are. When I get that fresh box of fruit and veggies, I have to cook. Unfortunately, much like good television, my CSA is on a one month hiatus so I’ve been wandering around helpless, ordering food like I have no options.

I decided on Sunday evening that I’d pick up food from the Whole Foods hot bar. Since I would be walking directly past Whole Foods (I was walking home from work), it seemed like a good idea. People are always raving about their tasty, healthy options.


A big giant mess of stuff.

I had a hard time deciding on what to get, so I got a little bit of a lot of things. I got a salad with edamame, tomatoes, radishes, kidney beans, turkey, onions and spring mix greens w/Balsamic vinaigrette. I got a couple of spoonfuls of mixed roasted vegetables. A tiny bit of asian noodle salad. Some tabouleh. A bit of red quinoa salad of some kind. Maybe a few other things.



I think it all tasted okay, but there was nothing that tasted all that amazing. All so-so. While I think it probably is a good option if there aren’t other healthy-ish options available, I don’t think I’ll go out of my way to pick it up. Plus, it was mega expensive. Like $10.95 expensive. Sure, I probably would’ve paid that much (or more) picking my dinner up elsewhere, but $10.95 seems a little much for a to-go salad bar experience.

I also picked up a bottle of Synergy Kombucha in the Guava flavor.



I also learned that my corner store sells Synergy. Kombucha at almost any hour of the day. I love living in San Francisco.

I’m sure this stuff is nothing like brewing it up yourself, but still, I’m a fan.

When I woke up Monday morning, I discovered that I was cursed with the plague. All I wanted in the entire world was some Jamba Juice. Coincidentally, my co-worker gave me a Jamba Card for Christmas, so I pulled on an oversized sweatshirt and hobbled the 5 blocks to the Church and Market Jamba location.

Berry Topper.

This hit the spot big time.

I spent the rest of the day at work, getting more and more sick. Unfortunately, one of my biggest complaints about my job is that most of the time, I can’t call in sick. Even if I am legitimately ill. There are only a handful of managers and finding a person to cover short notice is nearly impossible. The only person who might’ve been willing to help me was my office mate….who gave me this new strain of head cold in the first place. Work definitely wasn’t a good idea for me last night. I got increasingly sick. By quitting time I was running a slight fever, suffering from the chills and a stomach ache. My body hurt. I was not doing well.

Luckily, this morning I felt a little bit better than I did last night. So I went out for the only thing my body wanted.

That’s right. Back to Jamba Juice.

I asked the employee if I could get the granola and banana that come on top of the “ideal meals”, but instead have it on top of a “coldbuster” smoothie. The concept seemed to confuse him beyond belief. Eventually, we sorted it out.

I also stopped off at Safeway for soup ingredients. Unfortunately, I was so tired from the trip to the market, I’ve not been able to work up the energy to cook yet. Hopefully, I’ll be up to it soon.

Until then, I’m going to continue hanging out in bed, drinking the Odwalla Apple Juice I picked up earlier, having a Daria marathon.

I swear.

I AM Daria.

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What do you eat when you’re sick?