breathe

I am drinking Yogi tea, Breathe Deep Tea to be exact, and mulling over the adage found on the piece of paper attached to the teabag string.

"A plant can't live without roots. Your soul is your root."

Err . . . okay.

I am drinking tea, trying to cut down on coffee, and willing this blasted upper respiratory tract infection to go away. I hate being sick. I have not done a single thing related to school. Tomorrow, as always, my Monday will be hell. Four cases to submit, four quizzes, one chapter outline for Oncology to finish, one pre-preliminary exam in Head and Neck Surgery. I'm sure there must be something else I've forgotten to do.

I just want to lie down in bed and get better.