I got a cold, and it isn't much fun. *shiver, snuffle* It's the "go through a box of tissue an hour and fill up every trash can in the house with nasty, snotty tissue" kind of sick. The "my nose is so red I could play Rudolph in the local theater" kind of cold. *cough, hack*
You would think, with all the advances in Modern Medicine, that there would be something to fix this. Seriously. *snuffle*
I am so nice. *cough, cough* I gave up the bed so that Mr. Barefoot could get some sleep before heading off to work tomorrow. *sniff, BLOW, sniff* I can't sleep anyway. Every time I lay down, my sinuses threaten to blow the front of my face right off. *whimper, ACHOO, ugh*
Mr. Barefoot even set up the vaporizer for me in hopes that it would ease some of the worst of it. *snuffle, BLOW* If it worked, I really don't wanna know what this cold would be like without it. *sniff*
I hope Little Sprout is nice to me tomorrow. *cough* Well, I suppose it is really later today. *snuffle*
I hope y'all have a great day....*cough, cough, BLOW, whimper* Really, I do.
Just don't gloat about it, k? Thanks. *sniff*