In which I use the phrase "grown-ass" in the second sentance

I have this thing where, when I get sick, all I want is for my mom to take care of me. Although I am a grown-ass woman and know full-well how to take care of myself (well, for the most part), I still call her with questions when I feel the slightest bit ill - "Mooooom, my tummy hurts. What should I do?" Because, let's face it - there is nothing better than having your mom baby you when you're not feeling well.

I'm not even fully sick right now, just barely on the verge of it. I've woken up the past few days with a horrible sore throat that I just know is going to lead to either a bad cold or a sinus infection, and I worked from home yesterday (definitely one of the plusses of working at a web-savvy non-profit) in hopes of nipping the sick in the bud before it started. I bought some oranges and healthy-looking natural juice from the co-op, only to remember how much I hate oranges. And tea. And basically everything that is good for me right now. Maybe I am not so wonderful at this taking care of myself business after all.

And naturally, this unhealthiness is coming at the worst possible time. The FCC filing window for NCE licenses starts on Friday and things will be going non-stop at Prometheus for the rest of the month. Not to mention that if I get sick right now, I am going to miss out on some incredibly important social engagements - shows, parties, bike rides. These things are very important!

So right now I am going to pray that these zinc pills work and keep drinking that juice and forcing myself to eat oranges even though they're really not a pleasant fruit. I mean, Clementines are wonderful. Oranges? Ew.