Fighting, denying, and ignoring did no good.  I officially have the cold from hell.

I’ve been trying to fight it, pretending it wasn’t happening  and living in a state of denial, but besides just feeling lousy, I’ve been crankier than usual the past couple of days.  A sure sign right there.

It’s here with a vengeance.

I’m not a good patient.  I want to just be left alone to wallow in my misery.  That, of course, is nigh-on impossible when you’re married to an Italian.  Victor wants to fluff my pillows, get me things, make me comfortable any way he can.  I want to pull the blankets over my head and make the world go away.  Victor wants to make me tea with honey.

Everyone should have my problems!

After a hacking night last night, he decided to make chicken soup today.  Jewish penicillin.

Chicken soup really is a cold-fighter.  It’s an anti-inflammatory and as generations of people who once actually paid attention to what they were eating knew, it also helps to relieve congestion.  Wouldn’t it be nice if more people reached for some homemade soup instead of the latest poison from our pharmaceutical companies?!?   Did I mention I’ve been crankier than usual lately?!?

Victor used a combination of homemade chicken stock and store-bought.  I could actually smell it cooking and I could taste it!

He made it with carrots, celery, onion, garlic, potato, tortellini, broccoli, and chicken.

It was good!  It was so good, in fact, that we’re going to have it for dinner, as well.

I just made a loaf of beer bread for tonight.

I’ll wallow in my misery later.  Right now, I’m feeling pretty good.