A couple of notes on being sick with some upper-respiratory yuck in the middle of summer:
1) When you’re a kid, being sick in the summer sucks because you’re a) feeling awful and b) stuck inside while all of the other kids frolic about doing awesome kid things. You find yourself torn between dealing with how legitimately rotten you feel and how very, very badly you want to just play, damn it!
When you’re an adult, being sick in the summer is just like being sick any other time of year, especially if you haven’t got the luxury of confining yourself to bed rest and being tended by a kindly parent or significant other. Sometimes, you just have to suck it up and go to work anyway, because the things that need doing must be done on time, and nobody cares about your hacking, consumptive cough (best cover your mouth, friend — nobody wants to share it, either).
2) Chicken noodle soup is the shit, yo. It is da bomb. It is made of awesome and win. It is all that, but it is not all that and a bag of chips, because its inherent awesomeness and win eclipse even the possibility of a bag of chips. It transcends chips. It is the capo di tutti capi of sickness-easing food items.
…and I can tell I’m a little loopy now, because I have just envisioned an entire mafia hierarchy of sickness-easing food items, and it is amazing.