Good Morning all,

The Laryngitis has taken over and it has me craving soup all day, everyday. I am a monster that craves in the morning, noon and night; like a zombie to brains, like a werewolf to red meat, or like a vampire to blood. This is a disease, an infection that has put me in the category with the likes of them, those ravenous monsters whom I had spoken of before. I know how it feels like to KILL… a can of soup or to be able to SMELL… the broth of a stew from a Panera eatery miles away. Soup runs through my veins and is the very reason I live in this world today. Okay let me get real now, I’m just tired of telling people I have laryngitis when I order soup.

Yes, I am a soup fiend because I am currently sick with Laryngitis; and yes it is laryngitis, you heard it correctly. I don’t  know how I got it, when exactly I got it, or where I got it. I blame the cold rainy weather, the hospital I visited the week I got sick, my Aunt’s children whom are all sick, or who knows maybe the mailman, but the point here is I got it and it’s here to stay for a week or so. If all my friends could just be a dear and bring soup for me it would be delightful. If you are my friend and you have not done so yet, you have a week to get me some starting today or we shall no longer be friends. Capiche? Just kidding, okay half kidding. I really want some soup all kinds, any kinds. It makes my throat and belly happy :)

So it all started about maybe last week on a Thursday night I felt my throat getting dry and irritated, thinking I was just going to get a cold. I let it come like it was nothing but within a day or so my voice was completely gone and I knew something was wrong. I went a few days thinking my voice would come back again. After four days or so with no talking I decided that seeing the doctor was the way to go. I went to the hospital thinking I was going to get the thorough services I needed, but the visit to the doctor was really quite weird. It was weird because the actual time I had with the doctor literally took maybe 5 minutes or less. He checked my vitals, looked inside my mouth for a whole second and said “You have laryngitis” like it was whatever, gave me a prescription and let me go. Was he that good of a doctor where he could just look at me and know whats wrong, or was his diagnosis not thorough enough but he just wanted to be done with me. Then when I left to get signed out by the nurse, I could see my doctor laughing and playing with his blackberry phone along his other doctor chums. I really hope I don’t have some fatal disease that he failed to see in my diagnosis. For now I will just keep taking the medicine he prescribed to me and hope my illness go away. I’m just happy to partially have my voice back for now, but my hunger for soup has never been so strong. If I end up dying we all know who’s fault it is. Also if I die do me a favor and sue his ass in honor of me. Please and Thank you!

Okay kiddies I am off to heal. See all of you later.

- <3 Jacqueline