Sick of MyselfAlmost a year to the day, I got my annual cold. Can you believe it?
I don't think it's as bad as last year, but at that time I didn't have a job and just moped (not mo-ped) around the house.
But I'm a few days into this - six to be exact - so the end is near. (Three days coming, Three days with you, Three days going.)
It's gone from scratchy throat to congestion and now headed back to the chest. I can actually deal with all of that - save the coughing. I hate hate hate the coughing. I don't think my co-workers are exactly pleased with me either. ....and it is so annoying when I lie down to try to sleep.
I'm hoping not to hack my way through a presentation I have to give on Friday. A potentially huge client - and ironically the same one that brought us to Cleveland over 12 years ago.
Tonite, maybe it'll be a benadryl night. Or a vicodin and a beer one.
Song by: Matthew Sweet
Honey, think! Benadryl, vicodin, AND beer. We here in Western Mass call it "The Mitt."
ReplyDeleteI remember your cold last year... time sure does fly.
ReplyDeleteA Mitt sounds tasty right about now-- that lethal-sounding drug and alcohol combination, not the wooden man-like structure who is taking a beating.