My throat hurts, and my ears hurt, and my head hurts, and my neck hurts. And my nose is runny and I feel like a sniveling child every time I have to wipe my nose.
My neck hurting has nothing to do with being sick, the bed at this Airbnb is just really uncomfortable.
It’s times like getting sick with a stupid little cold that you really start to miss the small things from back home.
Like, all y’all in Willmar have no idea how blessed you are to have access to two 24-hour Kwik Trips where you can go and get some hot, reasonably delicious soup at any hour of the day for like two dollars.
(If you’re from a state that has not yet been introduced to the truly glorious experience that is Kwik Trip, my heart goes out to you. Write your senator or something because you need one in your life.)
I have no idea where to go get soup for two dollars in New York. I don’t think that’s a thing here. I probably would have to make my own soup, which defeats the purpose of eating soup when you’re sick because the whole point is for it to be the easiest thing in the world to consume.
Anyway, the moral of the story for today is to never take your mom’s special sympathy soup for granted. And also don’t take your neighborhood Kwik Trip for granted.
You never truly know what you have until it’s gone.