The Sickness
The first week of the New Year finds me battling some sort of mutant killer death cold. It started in my chest, now it has taken up residence in my ears and sinuses as well. When I cough it hurts so bad I see stars. This afternoon I awoke with a fever. At the moment I am waiting for my hair to dry so I can venture out into the frigid air to buy some NyQuil® and at least one more box of tissue. In the past few days my nose has deforested several hundred acres. Chances are this is viral so I see little point in going to my doctor for an antibiotic, but I may have to go see him just to get a note for work. At this point a cough that results in a mouthful of warm blood really wouldn’t come as much of a surprise. Even the Beet Weasel seems to have realized I am not feeling well, because he’s being nice to me. I want my mommy.