In "I am never going to sneer at you for feeling ill" news

[kaberett]

Colds. I hate them. I hate my head being full of snot. I hate my balance vanishing. I hate not being able to hear, and the pressure that goes with it. I hate needing to sleep so much more than my baseline.

I hate colds much, much more than I hate any other aspect of my illnesses.

I'm never interested in playing the Who's More Ill game, or the I'm Iller Than You So Count Your Blessings game, and this is some of why: colds are fucking miserable.

For the purposes of this post I'm pretending that the anxiety creature is throwing a tantrum about sneezing.

Comments

[kaberett]

parev chicken stock is my favourite thing ever, okay. alas my local supermarkets have stopped carrying it ;_______;

[ghoti]

that is most horribly unfortunate.

[kaberett]

like maybe if I pestered the university JSoc they'd have some/know where to get it? but last time I checked they didn't hold truck with that kind of nonsense.

[ghoti]

hrm. or someone local who keeps kosher? or other veg*ns?

[kaberett]

actually I should probably check the Sikh-run convenience store in a local not-exactly-village (it's kind of been agglomerated by the city) which tends to be the best place in town for kosher/hakshered stuff. hmmmmm.

[ghoti]

now that is an unconventional but brilliant place to check!