I’m sick. Sick sick sick.

Well, actually, I am. I live alone, so I can’t speak for my family, but I had a miserable cold and fever a few weeks ago, and then again this week. Which particularly sucks, because it was Chinese New Year, which meant I had a five-day weekend, which I spent in bed with a hot water bottle (actually, a can of peaches which I’d boiled) and a large blanket, and the pharmacies were all closed so I made do with extra strength Tylenol. I don’t know whether it’s good for colds, but it’s what I took.
My boyfriend, who lives 90 minutes away from me, was also sick both those times.

This is also miserable, because I can only see him one day a week at best, and more usually once every two weeks. This time, at least, he was able to come over to my place and then come down with a fever while he was visiting me, so I could put him up in my guest bedroom. His place doesn’t have heat - that probably contributes to his poor health. Feeling moderately better today, though. Thanks for asking.
