What's Worse Than Being Sick?

Being sick on your own on a cold, rainy Saturday night with no one online and your mailbox is empty. *feeling sorry for myself sniff*

Come to think of it, even if Flyboy was here, he wouldn’t have catered to my every whim anyway. *sniff* His argument is: if you smoke you aren’t not looking after yourself so why should I? There may be some logic in that. *sniff*

Oh well, seeing as I am bored and my brain is leaking through my nose (sorry *sniff*), I will imagine that I am going to be treated to the following, in no order of preference:

• A hot toddy for starters. With brandy and lemon and honey. Yum!
• A Spanish omelette for supper (because spicy food and chocolate is all I can taste right now, all other foods are classified as cardboard). *sniff*
• A slice of that rather scrumptious looking cake GincoLeaves posted on her blog.
• And a nice hot bath with bubbles in it and a back scrub. With a hot toddy on the side. Yum! *sniff*
• Another hot toddy. Yum!
• A new box of tissues.
• Some nice, sweet, tender words of how cute I look when my dose is all red (lying is acceptable in extreme cases like this). *sniff*
• A nice warm bod to snuggle up to.
• And another hot toddy. Yum!

Actually, I am quite easy to please. Well, I think so anyway.

*sniff*