Suburban Cure?

So for those in the know, I have been struggling with a prolonged illness for a while now. I have finally started to deal with what that means and what I will have to give up to be happy. My illness has become the child in my life as I find that I constantly ask myself “Is this good for the body? Is what I’m doing good for my body?”
“Oh you want to go out tonight? Sorry got to find a babysitter for the illness before I can muster the energy to go out”

I have little patience and am defeated by the constant reminders of those around me to “perk up” “and don’t worry God has a plan” “Why don’t you try to think of all the blessings in your life” – the last two burn as I am not in any way overtly religious and it feels like I walked into a scene from Jesus Christ Superstar with no way to get off stage. Excuse me while I brush up on my Lazarus lines…oops missed my cue…damn no healing for me…

So I am sitting home telecommuting trying to finish the 80 things on my action item list for my “very important job” “where I have many business meetings” (insert rolled eyes here) and I realized how much I hate Chicken Noodle Soup, Nyquil and Sprite (the only suburban remedy from my childhood) the three things I have been living off of for waaaay to long and what I am dreaming of is a large steak, some tequila shots and a night of dancing.
With my luck what that desire will translate to is getting drunk at a steakhouse and just dancing on the table…hmmmm maybe that isn’t such a bad idea… I’ll let you all know how it goes.