The ringing scanner echoed in my head. The lady behind the beeping machine asked, "Would you like coffee or tea?" Tea, yes, that's what I needed. "Today is a day of rest," I declared or rather whispered out of my quacking throat. She wished me the best and hoped I would get better soon. With soup, cough drops, tissues, and tea (and other assorted goods) in tow I found my way back to the dorm. A long day of sleep waited for me.
I am extremely thankful for Waitrose being a block away (and no this isn't a promotion). Feeling sick has got me feeling homesick as well. I'm used to being surrounded with people I love - feeling safe. But I get to create my own environment here. It's my choice of how to get better. I decide. Here's to a day to recover.