...and she's taking it like a man. Which is to say, I'm lying prostrate -- alternating between my bed and the couch 10 feet away -- whimpering and wallowing in my misery in between sips of Neo-Citran.
To no effect, really, as I am alone chez Piggy, and no one I've contacted via phone, email or Twitter has taken the hint and brought me ice cream. (Yes, I'm still eating ice cream. I know. I'm awful.)
Summer colds are the worst. Any home remedies you'd care to share, piggies? Beentsy suggested garlic and ginger; The only ginger I've got is candied, but I figure it's worth a shot. I'm more than willing to mix medicines, however, so please do send me your suggestions.