I'm half-conscious and alone in an Atlanta hotel room, and I've been banned from coming into the CNN.com office and passing this crud onto anyone else. It's the flu, I think - headache, dry cough, aches and a throbbing headache. I've been holed up here for a couple of days, swilling the orange juice and TheraFlu I stumbled out into the street to buy, biding time until my flight back to New York tonight.
It's utterly miserable being sick away from home – not just because loved ones and comfy clothes are far away, but also because it's just so hard to get the right food to eat. At home, there's chicken soup and toast and tea, edible in bed or on the couch with a friendly dog and hot and cold running episodes of Law & Order. In the center of a strange city, such comforts seem as rarefied and precious as a truffle-studded tasting menu at a multi-Michelin-starred restaurant. And frankly, I don't even think I could choke that down right now.
That's why when my version of the health bill passes (in my hallucinatory flu world, I've been elected Emperor of Sniffles and Minibars), all hotels, motels and restaurants of every stripe will be required to have one (1) of the following menu items cheaply available for consumption at all times: chicken noodle soup, pho, hot and sour soup or menudo, served with toast and tea. This may or may not technically have any real medical benefit, but it may be exactly what someone under the weather and far away needs to to keep them going until they can make it home to bed.
Got a strategy for coping when you're sick away from home? I sure could use that right now. Please share in the comments below. I'd be most grateful.
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