Tuesday, November 24, 2009

The Weekend

I can't remember the last time I had a bad cold. I don't think I suffered through colds or the flu at all during my college years. I've struggled through various other ailments, but not those. Until now. A week ago, two of my housemates came down with fevers, chills, sore throats, and loud, rattling coughs. They warned me to keep my distance and take care of my body, neither of which I did very well because of exams and projects. I shrugged off the possibility of illness, thinking I was immune.

Two days later, I was sitting in a lecture hall for my cognitive science class when I was hit with a round of shivers and chills and the sensation of a hideous something or other trying to scratch its way out of my throat. After a feverish, sleepless night, I drove up to my hometown, and my mom forbid any baking whatsoever. I asked her if I could make just one batch of cookies, struggling to speak with my hoarse, cracking voice, and my request was interrupted by a badly timed cough attack. She looked at me. She shook her head. What a sad weekend it was.

Now that I've recovered (almost), I can reacquaint myself with the kitchen. A small pleasure, but a pleasure indeed.

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