Well, it was bound to happen at some point.
I don’t even remember the last time I was sick. I think it was back when I was doing my culinary externship in 2008. For the past two years I’ve bragged to all my friends that I never get sick. I’m always the one that takes care of the sick people. I’m the friend that’s always there, bringing homemade soup, tea and kleenex. Germs don’t affect me. I thought myself immune.
I woke up yesterday morning with a scratchy throat but I thought it was just allergies. Because I’m a freak, I still went on a two mile run in the cold drizzly rain and wind. I know. I KNOW.
Throughout the course of the day I felt progressively worse and worse, and then hit rock bottom late last night. My throat hurts, my nose is congested and I’m achy. I debated staying one more day in Wisconsin and milking the whole mom and grandma card, but somehow I got myself on the plane this morning after zero sleep with a big cup of jasmine green tea, a packed lunch from grandma and a make-up bag full of kleenex and nose spray.
Blah blah blah BLAH.
You know the worst part? I probably gave my mom my ninja disease as well because we shared a bed and I was up blowing my nose all.night.long. Happy Mother’s Day, mom! Love you!
I blame the state of Wisconsin. Sorry, but we have a thing called sunshine in California and I’ve been doing just fine in it. Wisconsin, you can take your freezing rain, candy raisins and fake Indians and just go away. It’s my blog and I can cry if I want to.
Anyways, here are some cute mother daughter photos to tide you over until I recover in California. Currently, I’m on route to Phoenix and then I have a three hour layover until my flight to San Francisco leaves later this afternoon.
Mom, I love you.
Thanks for always putting up with me throughout all the hysterical phone calls, snot, sore throats, homesickness, tummy aches, spontaneous backfire ideas and Anthropologie credit card charges. I’m proud to be your daughter.