I feel like Sheldon in The Big Bang Theory…knock, knock, knock “Leonard?” …knock, knock, knock “Leonard?” I’m sick. I need a grilled cheese sandwich. I want some chicken soup. My throat hurts. My temperature is rising exponentially, etc. Poor Sheldon is not a good patient. Neither for that fact am I. Considering I have been through 9 weeks of sheer shoulder hell, to be felled by a simple cold is just unacceptable.
I have something called the rhinovirus which makes me think of this:
but actually looks more like this:
This rather bizarre almost pretty abstract piece of nature is responsible for my sneezing, coughing, runny nose and all those other symptoms we all have to tolerate every once in awhile. I just don’t tolerate them very well. In fact, I’m quite cranky.
Poor Devoted Spouse — like he hasn’t been through enough. For dinner he fixed the most magnificent pork chops and baked sweet potato on the face of the earth. It was all so pretty on the plate. He topped the pork chops with pretty mandarin oranges. It was just lovely. I ate most of it, but I’m sorry to report and I hate to hurt his feelings, but it pretty much tasted like a paper towel to me. Big pieces of paper towel trying to find their way down my inflamed throat.
This is what I’m using. My friend says these work well for him and his colds don’t last as long as usual. I hope he’s right because I’m timing it and this cold needs to be gone in another 3-4 hours tops.
Knock, knock, knock…”Devoted Spouse?”…knock, knock, knock…”Devoted Spouse?” I need some jello…could I have some sugar free chocolate pudding?…I need tissues…I need…