Sick in the City.

Today I find myself sick, real sick. And having lived on my own for the past 5 years I’ve decided, it's still terrible not to have my mom take care of me. She used to fix me that noodle soup, play with my hair, let me watch trashy TV and then would make me a bed wherever I wanted for my frequent (and required) catnaps. I used to say to myself: Hey self, being sick aint so bad.

And it was true. I used to live like a sick queen.

But that all changed the first time I was sick in college where there were no moms in sight, I was forced to take care of myself. The only beacon of hope was the Chico State Student Health Center, god bless it, and all the meds they flippantly prescribed. Fast forward a few years and cut to me, ill in the hills of San Francisco. No mom anywhere to be found. No over prescribing RN from the Student Health Center. It was the pits.

So, one would imagine that being sick 3,000 miles from my mom's TLC would be a real nightmare...Right? Turns out, not entirely.

Enter Tom Faller (boyfriend extraordinaire), every NYC cabbie and anonymous deliverymen numbers 1, 2 and 3. You see, between all of them, they pretty much have all of my sickness needs covered. Breakdown below.

• Tom: Tommy provides the adequate amounts of babying, hand sanitizer and love.
• NYC cabbies: I love ‘em! They don't make me walk or drive myself ANYWHERE! It's so great. Pharmacy? They'll take me there. Work? They can go there, too! A few blocks away to the store? They go there too (only, they get a little annoyed when you only go a few blocks).
• The glorious deliverymen of New York City: They can bring me my easily digestible foods, ice cream desserts and a smile.

It takes a village, right?