Wednesday, July 18, 2007


Alas, the Mistress of Sarcasm has been suffering from an especially severe case of acute pharyngitis - that’d be “honkin’ bad-ass sore throat” to all y’all Medical Professionals out there - this last couple of days.

You know you have a bad sore throat when it’s too painful to swallow your own saliva.

I’ve experienced this myself and it’s not any fun at all, having to use a spit-cup because swallowing feels like gargling with ground glass. And it’s devilish hard to sleep under those conditions.

While the Mistress has sought and received medical attention for her condition, even the best professional care lacks a certain homey warmth, especially when you’re living alone. And so it was that She Who Must Be Obeyed went down to Savannah yesterday, the better to coax our baby daughter back to health with her tender ministrations...first on the list of which was homemade chicken soup.

There’s nothing like having your mommy around to take care of you when you’re sick, am I right? Bringing you cups of honey-lemon tea and broth, rubbing your chest with Vicks Vap-O-Rub, tucking you in at night...being a sick kid was no pleasure back in those Snot-Nose Days, but a mother’s love was a powerful palliative. And now, having been under SWMBO’s care on those (thankfully) rare occasions when I am ailing, I can honestly say that the Mistress will get the most loving attention anyone could want.

Refuah sheleimah, kiddo. May you have a speedy recovery.

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