Let me tell you, when you’re sick and have an ache-level that is measured by the degrees at which your spine is trying to rip free of your body it helps to have a spouse who is willing to run to the store to retrieve things for you.
A reliable source has informed me that this soup contains both pixie dust and antibiotics which explains its ability to cure everything from a summer cold to an advanced case of Ebola. Last night I was prepared to give my left arm for this particular soup and my husband was prepared to sacrifice the rest of my body to shut me up. So he ran out and grabbed it for me and I pretended not to notice that he’d spiked it with NyQuil.
Such is the stuff our marriage is made of.