I have the worst cold ever. My husband has kindly pointed out that I say that every time I get a cold. But this time, I really mean it. I’m unbearably congested. I have an almost painful cough. I’m exhausted. And my head… oh God, it feels giant and so heavy. And it’s been throbbing all damn day. On a scale of 1 to 10, I’d rate my pain at about 8.5. Miserable.
I feel like this:
But my personal healthcare companion still makes me smile.
I need to recharge. Comfy cozy bed, here I come.
About what sandra thinks
Sandra is a writer, sometimes blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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