This week, I got sick. Sick at the worst time (because illness never really is convenient, is it?). I had just come back from a girls’ trip with my mom, had to go back to work, and lots of deadlines this week. So what did my body decide to do? Get. Freaking. Sick.
What was the worst part about it was that the sickness wasn’t a cold or flu, it was some intense sinus pressure/headache/sore throat that wasn’t strep or a sinus infection. All I got from my visit to the doctor was some generic Flonase and some gross mouth-numbing rinse for my throat. And some advice to take some ibuprofen. Really not what I wanted.
For two days, the only thing that helped my sinus brain pain was sleep. Lots of it. When I woke up, my head was killing me. By the second night, I was pissed. I couldn’t really take any magic bullet to make this better, my head’s killing me, nothing was draining from my head, N’s trying to help but there was nothing he could do.
When a dinner hour rolled around, I pulled out my binder of recipes, opened it to a recipe I hoped would make me feel better, and handed it to N. “Please make this. I need to go lie down.”
When the soup was ready, he brought our bowls over and we ate. Oh my goodness, the heat of soup and the spiciness of it did the trick. My nose started to run a little bit, and the savory mushrooms and the filling soba and tofu started to make me feel better. The soup had broken my sickness fever.