I’m the worst when it comes to being sick. I hate it. I got sacked with that horrid norovirus right around my birthday, which postponed my birthday plans for a week (and in retrospect, that turned out to be a good thing). Last week, I started coming down with something–I didn’t think it was the flu, but it’s going around work, as is pneumonia, and something I’ve dubbed “The Plague.” It turns out, I’ve got The Plague. Part cold, part sore throat, pure misery. I gather it’s some beast of a viral sore throat infection that results in one of those awful hacking coughs that causes pulled muscles, feeling like you’re choking on your own saliva, and no sleep since it really likes to get going once your head hits your pillow. I swear one night, I did nothing but cough for an hour straight while trying to sleep. Which is something I haven’t been able to do in over a week now. I’m on the verge of having another Father Ted experience. I ended up going to the doctor after some nudging from family, and while I knew it wasn’t going to result in any antibiotics, I was given some meds to try and treat my symptoms. We’ll see how that works…According to people who’ve had The Plague already, the cough likes to linger. Fun.
I actually made these Pecan Toffee Bars before I got too sick to make anything other than baked potatoes, and the occasional breakfast. I dunno what it is about having a sore throat, but I crave nothing but potatoes–They have to be mashed or baked, though. Fries or hash browns won’t cut it. The Bambino was begging for dessert one night, after we’d finished off his birthday cake, and I remembered this recipe I’d seen on another blog. Luckily we had everything already in the pantry to make this, so I got to work.
I have to admit, I would like to try the version of this with saltines, but as I have to buy unsalted saltines (I know, what’s the point?) because of my HBP, I don’t think it would be quite as good–There wouldn’t be the delicious sweet-and-saltiness that is my usual downfall. So maybe it’s best sticking with graham crackers.
I would like to think that after almost 2 weeks of this nonsense, I might be on the mend, but I don’t know. The biggest obstacle to my getting well is the last of sleep. Which is maddening, as that’s exactly what you need to heal. Rest. Something that’s hard to come by when you’re racked with constant coughing. I am glad, though, I took a couple days off work when this Plague first starting coming on…Must be I’m finally gaining some wisdom as I age, or I’m realizing that I don’t heal as quickly as I once did. I still hate being sick, though.