I made it out of the house yesterday! A shut-in no more. I went a whole six blocks away (by car, because it's ass-cold and I am not walking) to the grocery store to stock up on soup, ginger cookies, and ginger ale. And a few impulse buys. Because I NEED strawberry gummy candies and mustard potato salad. Yum.
I should have read the label on the fancy ginger ale bottles a little more closely. It is no ordinary ginger ale, people -- it is ginger beer. Jamaican-style ginger beer. And above all else, it is gross. It tastes like medicine. Like a cocktail of Listerine and Robitussin. Nasty. I got about three sips of this Rasta Weed Juice down before I threw in the towel. Honestly, nausea is better than this stuff. [sigh]