Whenever I was sick as a child, my mother would put a little bell next to my bed so I could ring it if I needed her. I wish I could ring that bell right now and my mom would come walking down my hallway. But, I can't. So, I am left with my saviors of saltines, gatorade and ginger tea to get me through this wicked flu. Did you have this canister growing up? We did. It still brings me comfort..now if I only had that bell.
13 hours ago