Last night, just around the time that Nikki (or another splinter of her personality) turned the reporter into ice and shattered him*, I noticed that my throat was feeling a little scratchy. By the time I got up this morning, I felt like dog poo. By lunchtime I felt like stir-fried dog poo. So tomorrow, I'm taking a sick day. I almost never take a sick day, but this time, I really feel like I could use the rest.
And the tea. And the chicken noodle soup. And the Nyquil. And the massages. And the Little Bit, can I get you anythings? from Frank.
I admit it. I'm a complete whiner when I'm sick. Well, I would be a whiner if Frank didn't magically appear with what I need before I even realize I need it. Okay, maybe I do still whine. Just a little. If my mom was here, I'd most certainly whine for her to "moosh-moosh" my head. I likes me a good head massage when I have the cooties.
When you're sick, what helps cure what ails you? A little extra love from your significant other? A hug from Mom? The traditional chicken noodle soup and OJ elixir? Watching old movies while curled in your favorite blanket on the couch? I feel so crappy that I might just try everything tomorrow.
*Frank and I were totally expecting Nikki to flip into psycho mode and rip the guy's head off, so we were quite shocked when she iced him. Can you imagine the utter ick when those little frozen bits melt? Grody. And Suresh – did he not make you think of Jeff Goldblum as the genetically-altered Seth Brundle in The Fly? The way he put the moves on Maya skeeved me out a bit. Did anyone else notice how good Maya's English is all of the sudden? I think I liked her better as the innocent, helpless hermana. Heroes, anyone? Let's talk about it.