I’m sitting here feeling absolutely miserable suffering (and not in silence either) with a cold. Now this is my first official cold of the year. But I’ve already had two sinus infections so I’m thinking enough is enough already. If there is ever a call for mucus production, I’m your girl.
What’s strange is I have been almost obsessive compulsive about using hand sanitizer or washing my hands, not touching my face, holding my breath around anyone sneezing or coughing (yeah lemme tell you how difficult that can be) and still – here I am sick.
I’d like to find the person who gave this to me and at the very least hawk on their keyboard or something equally gross. Just kidding. No, actually, that’s not a bad idea.
Being sick is just so annoying – I have a class at church I will miss – and I have an other volunteer opportunity which I am going to have to put off until next week. No sense making anyone else sick.
I have been carrying around with me a large container of Clorox wipes and each surface I touch in this house I immediately wipe down so Devoted Spouse doesn’t get sick. About the only thing I haven’t wiped down is EmmaLou, Golden Destroyer – but she ate one of my zinc lozenges so I figure she’s covered. (She didn’t like it anymore than I did.)
What’s a cold all about anyway? Does the brain just get bored and decide to make extra phlegm for the heck of it and choke you at night while you’re trying to sleep as a sick brain joke? It’s a shame Toyota is having problems with their gas pedals – if they were having problems with mucus there would be no recall thanks to my amazing built-up quantities. I have so much I have to throw it out coz I haven’t heard of anyone being able to recycle it except I bet that weird guy in California…what’s his name – 0h yeah Ed Begley – he re-uses everything. Ick.
Well enough about me and this cold. It’s boring you I can tell. I have nothing funny – except how I look and maybe my outfit today – one should never dress up when one is sick – it’s jammies and sweats and absolutely no face spackle.
I did go out for a few minutes – when my throat is sore nothing helps like lime or orange sherbet. So I went to the store and stocked up. That, chicken soup, tea, and jello will be the diet for the next few days.
And lest you think Golden Destroyer is not to be found, she is lying right at the foot of my comfy chair keeping me company, bless her little golden heart.
So I’ll see if these stupid nasty zinc lozenges live up to their reputation, drink my tea and scarf down some sherbet. I’ll be back on Monday hopefully, feeling much better. Be thankful I cleared away the wadded up Kleenexes (Kleeneci?) that were on the table right before I took the picture. Achoo. Aw crap on toast…