Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

I'm torn between Wanting Help (someone to baby me -- well mostly to bring me hot tea on demand -- would be nice, but all I really want is someone to make sure I have the right foods and drugs on hand with which to take care of myself) and feeling like I bloody well ought to be able to handle it all myself since, after all, I'm an adult living on my own, and it's Just A Cold. (Wait, didn't I make a comment about having trouble asking for help, a few months ago?) I finally broke down and emailed a local friend asking her to bring me cough syrup, honey, lemon juice, etc. if she gets a chance in between stuff she has to do for work. This is one of the things I miss about having housemates -- popping out to the store for cough syrup feels like such a tiny thing to do for a housemate and therefore such an easy thing to ask a housemate to do, compared to asking someone from halfway across town to swing by. And knowing that if I get Really Really Sick someone will eventually tap on my bedroom door to ask how I'm doing can be reassuring sometimes. There are things I really like about having the place entirely to myself, but there are things I miss about having housemates as well. (Just knowing that there'll be opportunities for random conversation is a good one. Having someone to help finish off a head of lettuce before it goes bad so I don't feel guilty about buying more than I'll eat by myself is another.)