Cold

This last week I've struggled with staying focused with homework as I started back at my job and at the same time came down with an incredibly horrible cold. It was fine the first three days and then yesterday I woke up sure that I had strep throat. No, just a cold, but by golly!
So I thoroughly trashed the living room that my room mate has made more homey and that we've both tried to keep clean. Used tissues, about half the dishes we own, pillows, and various schoolbooks were tossed about. Roomie walked in after class and looked around and grinned, then said laughing she was going to throw away some tissues. I had the brilliant idea to then bring my trashcan out of the bathroom and spent the rest of the day playing basketball as I rediscovered Antonio Banderas on Youtube and tried to squeeze in Theology 2 homework, along with my homework for "Evangelism to Cults and World Religions."
The cool thing about owning a laptop is that I now have a Skype account. The trouble is that most of my friends who have skype are in different countries, so the main person I've been chatting with is my neighbor who lives a floor above me on the other side of the building. She may end up being the Beth Moore of Ukraine one day, if not the Christian Ukranian redeemed version of Scarlett O'Hara. The ultimate hostess, I never leave her abode without at least one piece of chocolate in my digestive system with several more in pockets to take home with me. However, she gently admonishes me if I happen to whistle in the house or lapse into my cowgirl gait as I walk, and she is continuously extolling me to 'svish' my hips as I walk, as it is far more ladylike.
Anyway she was on Skype and asked how I was doing, as she had felt compelled to pray for me earlier in the day. I said I had a bad cold and was confined to the couch.
"Oh please let me do something for you. Do you have dinner? How about I make you dinner." SO I had dinner. Complete with side dish, desert and beverage, delivered to my door last night.
My friend from Cameroon stopped by but I didn't hear her knock, and she sad she couldn't visit me when I was sick.
My Indian neighbor who lives upstairs, despite an over-full schedule and health problems galore of her own, always asks if I need any food whenever she hears I am even slightly under the weather, and my other room mate made me breakfast in bed the last time I was sick. I tell ya, Americans really need to start taking lessons from International Students as to how to care for our ill. ;-)
Speaking of homework, I am going to try and squeeze a chapter of Grudem in before I head to work. :-p I don't particularly WANT to work, however I do need the cash so I can finish buying textbooks and, once again, go grocery shopping. :-p I've made lists and plan dinner meals, however I constantly forget to pick up things like butter and eggs that you use in everything and, even if you have plenty at the time of shopping, you will undoubtedly run out of the next day.

To head/chest colds!

~Princess Ouch~