Pomegranates for your health

So I have been sick since last week. On Friday I wondered if I could go out and drink beer and not get more sick. It seemed like it was worth a try. My friend was in town visiting and we went out to celebrate another friend's success with his big exam for his PhD. We stayed out until really late and had a big greasy breakfast the next day. Shortly after waking, I began to feel very very gross. We ran lots of errands, going to the Ballard Locks to look at fish and to a fly fishing shop in Bellevue and then to the store. We went to a drugstore and I purchased Wal-flu, or generic theraflu. I was exhausted and was on the couch for about the rest of the weekend. On Sunday I could hardly breathe and found it quite difficult to eat, since I had to breathe out of my mouth since my nose was no longer functioning. I became a Mouth Breather.

Yesterday I took the day off work, marking my first Sick Day since starting my Real Job nearly 6 months ago. I still went into work to grab some things to do at home, but didn't do a whole lot except read over some logs. While there, a coworker looked at me and exclaimed "You're sick! Go home!" and I sure did. I felt awful. My nose was all red. I still couldn't breathe, except through my mouth.

One of my roommates was jetlagged from a trip to Italy (poor baby) so we curled up on the couch and watched Jane Austen movies (Oh, Mr Darcy!)


Later that night, my other roommate ate a pomegranate while I sat on the couch knitting and watching Elizabeth Bennett tell Mr. Darcy to piss off. Pomegranate! So good for you!, I thought. Vitamins and yummy and I love how the seeds are in little compartments. How wonderful is the pomegranate. And what a joy to eat. I figured we received pomegranates from the farm where we order produce, and hoped to find another in our fruit bowl, but alas, they only delivered one and she ate it. I was very sad and grumpy, which was a bit silly, but I didn't feel well. She apologized for eating the pomegranate and I apologized for being grumpy and stated "I just feel gross and a pomegranate sounded good." We hugged, I went to bed, all was well.

Today I am feeling much better. I can smell, I went to work, my nose isn't quite so red. I came home and found on my table in my room, my roomate purchased a beautiful pomegranate and stuck a little note on it: Feel better! it said. What a wonderful gesture.

"You're so sweet!" I said.
"You're so sweet!" she replied. Awww.



My other roommate then came home and said "Look what I bought!" and pulled 2 pomegranates out of a plastic bag. Now we each have a pomegranate.

Isn't that special?