As a reward for staying up until nearly 6am and getting only 4 hours of sleep election night, I was given a horrifyingly awful head cold, which fully materialized - thankfully - after I had enjoyed a nice cappuccino and slice of chocolate mousse cake with a girl I had met through the book club I joined.
I am a terrible sick person - completely unbearable. This version of the common cold, though, totally beat me down. Endless gunk dripping into my throat, making it seriously raw and painful, which then made its way down to my stomach... and the next morning right up my throat again. What followed was two seriously awful days spent on the couch. One night DH forced me to drink a capful of the most awful Nyquil ever, and it did knock me out for a decent night's sleep - on the couch.
I've discovered that the new mattress DH and I bought before shipping our goods to England is a little to firm, which is leading to fun lower back, neck, and shoulder blade pain. We're now in the market for a foam mattress topper to make it a little more comfortable. There's my warning about rushing into a mattress purchase!
Anyway, depending on the time of day, I'm either on my way to recovering or suffering from a relapse. The one very huge, major, perhaps pivotal moment that came out of all of this was a singular discovery which may get me through many, many dark, cold nights here.
The Rice Bowl, a Chinese restaurant here in Harrogate, has Hot and Sour soup that is both hot and sour! It has spice! It has flavor! It was a little thicker than most H&S soups I've enjoyed (easily remedied with some hot water) but it had FLAVOR! It is a first for me here - food with heat (spice-heat in this context). I was so desperate, and this soup made me so happy!
Every cloud has a silver lining, right?
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So, then it's worth moving to England just for the soup?
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