Cabin Truths #6: Getting Sick Out Here Sucks
Warning: this post is fueled by cold meds and angst
Does this happen to anyone else: you get sick and suddenly you’re sooo inspired to create (in this case, write) despite feeling like absolute and total garbage? Or is it just me? Cuz here I am, nestled under 17 antique quilts with my 5th cup of herbal tea and my laptop, convinced that everyone needs to know how much it sucks to be sick when you live in a remote cabin.
Cuz it really, really sucks.
I’m always asked if I miss food delivery living out here and I always give the same answer: yes, especially when I’m sick. When I lived in a city, as soon as I felt the slightest tickle in my throat and the mere hint of congestion, my go-to move was to place a massive Chinese delivery order. I’m talking at least 3 wonton soups, egg drop soup, extra spicy kung pao chicken, egg rolls, steamed vegetables, both fried AND steamed dumplings and crab rangoon (just in case).
