i'm dying a slow death
i've been in bed for the last three days. i've barely left my house in that time. i did, however, follow suz's advice and pick up a thermometer at the local CVS last night. the thermometer confirmed that i wasn't just being a baby. besides the fact that my throat is nearly closed it is so swollen, my whole body aches, and my head is pounding, i now know that i have a fever of 102 degrees. i guess that would explain why everyone else has been complaining about the heat, and i am laying in bed under 4 winter blankets.
although i am not all that hungry, and can barely swallow anything at the moment anyways, i just had a weird craving for some eggo waffles that i bought the other day. as i opened the freezer and took a peek at the yellow box peering out at me, it hit me. i have these delicious eggos, i have some mouth-watering syrup, but i don't own a toaster! so much for my craving.
if anyone wants to toast me some eggos and bring them to my deathbed, i would be more than grateful.
posted by J @ 6:06 PM
3 Comments:
sounds like strep throat ... cooled mint tea helps tremendously if you can get someone to get you to bring some eggos, ask for some mint/chamomile tea as well ... and lots and lots and lots of water helps the healing process accellerate ... get well soon ...
peace & harmony,
elaine
'freedom must be exercised to stay in shape!'
a toaster just applies heat, killer. if you have a gas range you can go straight-up victorian on it and toast your waffles directly over the burners. just keep things moving and you'll be fine.
if you have an electric, well, you could use a pan but that might suck a little bit. if you have a spot of patience and a flair for the dramatic you could always toss 'em in the oven.
also: who doesn't have a toaster? i have like 3 or 4 i think. i'll look tomorrow and if none of them are egregiously nasty with the crumbs and etc i'll mail one to you. it will be toaster marxism: from each according to his ability to toast, to each according to their need for toast.
thanks for the advice, elaine. as it turns out, it is indeed a severe case of strep throat.
reckless, my dear... you've seen my apartment. i haven't the room for a toaster. i thought about george foreman'ing that shit, but by then, i just wasn't interested. thanks though!
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