Better Days

I felt a sore throat coming on two days ago. Thought I could beat it with vitamins and chicken soup. My nose began running yesterday. I worked and felt progressively worse, then achy on the way home. I stopped at the grocery store for NyQuil and popsicles, twenty-four of them. Got into my car to leave and backed out of my parking space, and the car stalled, not to start again. I called AAA, then sat, miserably. It began to rain. An hour and a half later, a tow truck arrived. As I got out of the car, an old friend drove by. Sick, sweaty, with an old car being jacked up by a tow truck. She laughed at the sight. Misery.

I rode in the tow truck to the car repair shop which was closed. I had about a two mile walk home in my expensive Italian leather shoes that I rarely wear, but wore this day. They would wear through to my socks if I walked in them, especially in the rain.

Then a bit of mercy. The tow truck driver gave me a ride home. I asked him if he wanted a popsicle. Not really, he said. Good thing. They had melted.

NyQuil and chicken soup. I dropped like a stone. I feel better, I think, but I must get tested for H1N1 since I am around a nine year old. I don't have it, but I must get tested. I'll get to sit in a clinic with sick people for a couple hours.

But how? I don't have a car. The shop called. Five hundred dollars or so to fix my shitty old beater.

Of course, I'm not going to work. I think I'll take some more NyQuil.

Here's a picture of better days.