It’s Not a Tumor!

 

I’m not too proud to admit that when I’m sick I become unbearable.  I’m demanding, needy, whiny, and uncooperative.  I want all the medicine, but I’ll refuse to take it if it involves swallowing things that taste yucky, or eating/drinking when I don’t want to.  I am probably the worst patient.  Ever. 

 

Big Bang Theory Penny wants to hear Soft Kitty

 

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One… Two…

 

I had every intention of being all better by now, but instead I keep waking up with fresh symptoms… and friends who work in health care are nodding and saying helpful things like, “Has the vomiting started yet?” so I’d like to make one last plea to all parents: please keep your children home at all times, preferably in plastic bubbles, so that they don’t go around wiping their noses on the rest of the world.  Until that day, I’ll just keep telling myself that whiskey fudge will totally work better than anything my stupid doctor gives me. 

 

Side note; I think I’ve finally sorted my whiskey fudge recipe.

 

Rory Gilmore "you go, girl"

Intoxicatingly delicious.

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