Ooh. My forehead feels a little warm.
Mouth is a little dry.
*Ahem, ahem* Ouch. Throat is kinda sore.
Definitely on the verge of getting sick, no doubt about that.
The sucky part about being sick and single is that you have to fend yourself when you're energy level is moving slower than molasses. Therefore, you have to take preemptive measures. When you've sensed that you're right on the cusp of being ill, drag yourself to the grocery store and stock up on soup or soup-making ingredients.
Citarella has this great pre-packaged bundle called "Soup Greens," which contains carrots, leeks, onions, dill, parsley, turnip, parsnip and celery. Having it all portioned out for you saves a lot of time. Then, you don't have to think "Well, how many carrots will I need?" And you won't have a whole bushel of dill that will inevitably rot in the vegetable drawer in your fridge. Roughly chop up the herbs and veggies and let it all simmer away for about an hour and a half to two hours in a big pot of boiling water with chicken wings, sea salt and black pepper, and a cup of rice. Making this sort of soup requires no more attention or effort than the occasional watchful eye. You'll be comforted to know that there will be nourishment on-hand when you're all by your lonesome at home.
Since your nose is already stuffy, and your eyes watery, you might also feel like it's okay to shed a few tears. About whatever you like, really. Perhaps you have this yearning that one day, when you're sick, you'll have someone who will care for you and make you a lovely soup. It's the sweetest thing to have someone care for you when you're sick. When was the last time that happened anyway? For me... Probably when I was a youngster, still living at home with my parents. My mother's go-to recipe was a soup made with cauliflower, a handful of elbow macaroni, tiny flecks of ground beef, and seasoned with a few dashes of Maggi. It was quick and simple, but made me feel so special. Will I ever feel that cared for again, you might wonder.
And keeping a box of Kleenex on the bedside table would, obviously, be a good idea.