Being Sick... Alone

So for the first time since I've moved out, I got the flu. This really shouldn't surprise me, even though I don't look like a sickly person, I am. I'm always getting sick, something to do with an uber weak immune system.
Anyways the other night I get home, and I fell absolutely awful.  I new what was happening but had no idea how to deal with it. So I went to the pharmacy and loaded up on all of their cough/flu medication. I made myself a bunch of tea and prepared myself for the worst. Sure enough the next morning I wake up, head buzzing with an uncanny inability to breath through my nose without sounding like a dying cat. So I go back to bed, wake up hours later and manage to haul myself to the kitchen.
OK. I said to myself. You can do this! I rummage through my cupboards for some soup only to come up empty. My mum is away taking care of her sister, so calling her is out of the question, maybe my grand-ma! I give her a call, when she picks up, I ask her if she wants to come over and bring me soup. She promptly hung up on me.
Feeling very sorry for myself at this point I call the deli a few blocks away from my house and when an old lady picks up the phone, I ask her with quite a few pretty pleases if they could deliver me some soup as I was sick. This Lady not only has someone bring me soup, but also a "care package" full of tea,honey and crackers. Great people do still exists!
Now I'm feeling much better and life has returned to normal, I don't think I'll be forgetting this anytime soon though.