Colds. Blech.
Colds. Blech
No sooner are Little Sis and Little Dude recovering from recent bouts with sinusy sleep-deprivation, than I contract the same thing. As of right now, I’m pretty sure about 85% of the country has had this one in the last two weeks– the one where the secret caves of your nose feel like they’re being tickled with weapons jungle warriors use to perforate the people they don’t like. The one where you kind of walk around and feel like your eyes are half shut all the time and that maybe you’re trying out for honorary co-chair of the local mouth-breathers chapter. Yeah, you know- a sinus cold.
Not a big deal. Not the end of the world. Not the first to feel like crap. But man, usually I’m on top of these suckers- pounding Cold-Eeze brand zinc products and keeping things under wraps–Yay for atomic number 30 (Zn). But not this one. This one just kind of snuck up with an innocent, “Heeeeey, paaaaal. I’m an innocent little allergy. Just a little sneezing. No big deal. Shhhh-shhhh-shhhhhhhh. It’s ok. I’ll be gone a minute.”
Liar! It’s now 3 days later and it’s not gone and my night-time pillow is doubling as a de facto Kleenex which is not only gross, it’s uncomfortable.
Stupid cold.
Mari-Catherine-
SORRY I just had to put those pictures up… I would rather have a zit than FAT arms! And you look cute, so really you can’t complain