Today was a pretty uneventful day for both of us. To be honest, I don't feel like I remember much of it, since I was like a walking zombie until the end of the day. Ever since I can remember, my illnesses have gotten worse at night. I'd go to bed feeling terrible and wake up feeling nearly all better, just to repeat the process again. This sickness is entirely different for me. I wake up feeling like death and feel that way until evening. At first I thought I just needed to be up and around to feel better, but no matter my activity level, I feel like a zombie until about 6 or 7pm. It's totally strange.
Ian had a little girl accidentally take a little chunk out of his pinky finger today trying to get stickers from him. Seriously, these stickers seemed to be the kids' only signifier of their worth.
It actually looks painful in real life.
Today when I got to work, everyone was very concerned. They offered to feed me, medicate me, and take me to the hospital. I went for the "feed" option. They offered me some "rice and vegetable soup," so I agreed. Then 'Hank' came back and brought me the same take-out porridge that David brought me yesterday. It says something like "Wellbeing slow food" on the bag and under the restaurant it says "Tradition Korean Porridge Restaurant." I assume it's what people eat around here when they don't feel well. They served it to me so hot it was ridiculous. I waited about twenty minutes to try a bite and it was still painful. The porridge is bland and amicable, so I can see why one would choose it while ill. But, I only managed to eat a little bit of it. Korean porridge left overs, anyone?
The top one is today's (obviously vegetarian). I can't vouch for yesterday's (the yellow one on the bottom), however, and it's an even bigger container.
It's Heroes and then bedtime for us. We're so cool! Good night!