It's the Illness Talking

This is a list of thing of things I wish would happen now, without my sore, nauseated stand-for-five-minute-only body getting involved.

• Clean hair -- oh, gods, I would love clean hair. So help me, I keep dreaming I'm feeling things crawling in it.
  
• Clean sheets and pillowcases, gods, please, if I smell my own sweat much longer I'll kill myself.
• Shaved legs.
• Fresh limeade from Braum's or Odwalla tangerine juice.
  
• A working TV antenna on my home, and a TV large enough to see from the bed. I have never in my life needed passive entertainment this badly.
  
• A heating pad for my sore neck muscles. I want Tylenol so badly, but the doctor said it will make everything worse.
  
• Fresh fruit, or something tempting to eat.
• Cough drops. All I have is a box of two-year-expired ones from Mom's house.
  

I hate being ill.

Oh, I almost forgot:

• Baking soda and baking powder. I'm supposed to gargle with one of those, but can't remember which.