bagel, cream cheese, and lox

one of my fave foods.

i am sitting here eating a late lunch/early dinner of it. the details: toasted whole wheat bagel, gaspe nova lox (though i still believe sockeye salmon is the greatest salmon ever--and to be specific--the wild copper river sockeye), some organic valley cream cheese and a little smattering of cippolini onions and parsley. very pretty looking and extremely tasty.

i can live off this stuff.

i talk about food a lot. but--i really love good food. i feel like it's the one luxury people forget about in their search for louis vuitton and givenchy--which, are of course, part of the lvmh (louis vuitton moet hennesy) family. food, when you don't have to eat it to just survive--is the epitome of good living. when you can afford to be whimsical and EXPERIMENT with ingredients and preparation--is just incredible. i love food. i love everything about it--the preparation, the experimentation, the presentation, the flavors and the eating of it.

i confess. sometimes (a lot of times when no one is around) i even talk while i prepare. you know, like they do in those cooking shows. haha

that said, i am feeling slightly better i think--but i'm still coughing phlegm and it's annoying cause it's the one thing i wish would go away before i have to fly. flying in close quarters with strangers and coughing phlegm into tissue? hell, i am going to be one of those people i hate. because, i confess, when someone in a plane even sniffles--i get annoyed and make a face. serves me right. i feel for the poor person who has to sit next to me. i'm discreet enough in public when i have to do it--but discreet or not--it can't escape a person's notice unless they are totally oblivious to life around them. or if they are paris hilton.

oh well. i feel bad i'll be sick for vermont, but i hope that it doesn't become too much of a hindrance.

phlegmy nightmares

so it continues. after taking the train into manhattan for 45 minutes and waiting for nearly 3 hours--the nurse came and took my temperature, etc.etc. for about 4 minutes and then, i saw the doctor for 3 minutes--and that might have been stretching it.

i'm happy to say it ISN'T walking pneumonia. however. it is a nasty viral infection which he can't prescribe anything for. the doctor graciously told me that this sort of thing lasts approximately 2 weeks and there isn't really anything to do but to ride it out. DAMN IT. anything he would have told me to use--i can't use anyways because i'm allergic to most drugs. so yay. he said just try to be as comfortable as possible and keep taking whatever it is i'm taking that makes me feel better.

times i wish i was taking heroin and got caught. "but the doctor told me to take whatever makes me feel good officer!"

anyhow. 7 more days of this? that means i get to suffer with this while i'm in vermonttttttt. damn it. i hope at least the worst of the phlegm will be gone by then...my coworkers do not need to see me spitting phlegm into tissue paper.

am i being too graphic and gross?