It happens in those times when you think you're invincible. I was psyching myself out on Saturday, knowing that our new reporting campaign was going to launch next week, thinking of all the things I'd do to make it a big success.
Maybe the thinking of it drained all my energy away. Not only did my cough come back, but I was hit with the familiar symptom of brain swelling -- a debilitating, throbbing pain and 'swelling' sense at the back of my head. It renders me incapable of doing anything. So even without having banged out a single document, I was laying in bed, sick, moaning and groaning, cursing the 'piece-of-s**t' virus that kept coming back.
Around 6pm, I hauled my butt out of bed and staggered to the kitchen to make some lentil soup for myself. I chopped up celery, started chopping up an onion, when suddenly Monkey was looming over me and told me,
"Get out of the kitchen, sit down. You're making a mess."
He took over, and asked what kind of soup I wanted.
"Any kind, any," I murmured, and proceeded to mope by sitting on the carpet, flipping through pages of the 2011 Canadian Elections book by various college professors. Elizabeth May's glorious trench warfare to become Canada's only Green MP. The NDP's strategic wins in Quebec.
After a few minutes of chopping, dicing and pouring, Monkey called me to the kitchen again.
"Stir this until 6: 30. Make sure you eat all of it," he instructed.
What resulted was a glorious Asian soup filled with celery, onions, garlic, carrots, peas, corn, chicken broth, goji berries and a fist full of cashews.
Times like this I'm so glad that I met him.