I've been sick with a cold for a month now. Actually, it my second cold in a month and I got sick again when I wasn't even better from the first one -- have you ever heard of that????
This is the worst time of year to get sick. I just finished report cards (they're stuffed in their envelopes, ready to be given out at the end of the day tomorrow), I have parent-teacher interviews this week AND I'm trying to get ready for Christmas. I have zero energy and all I want to do is curl into the fetal position and die, or at least go to sleep and wake up well.
So tonight on our way home I convinced Mr. JB to get Pho for dinner. I was feeling really sorry for myself and I really wanted to eat soup. I don't often crave soup, but whenever I'm really sick it's one of the few things that make me feel better AND a huge bowl is only $5! I definitely think that it's a combination of the steam from the soup and the simple goodness of the broth. Honestly, if you've never had the pleasure of having Pho, you must get yourself to a Vietnamese restaurant ASAP!
I'm feeling the rumblings of Aunt Flo and I'm sure that she'll be here sometime tomorrow. I've got sore boobs, I'm pretty bloated and I'm exhausted (although that may be because of my cold). It will be interesting to see what the next cycle brings me. I've decided that I'm going to take Lifehopes' advice. I'm going to look at my impending surgery as something to hope for, not something to dread.