The man who only gets a cold every-other year is sick. A couple of weeks ago I had a tummy thing going, but that’s just normal for me and my delicate tummy.
I am convinced one of the blogs I am reading, or a Twitter-er I am following, gave it to me. I want to blame a blogger who shall remain nameless—but in truth that would be unfair. Throughout the month of February, basically every third post/tweet was ‘wow I feel bad.’ One poor woman even had pneumonia. Ick.
No, I just have your basic head cold, and it has made me tired and grumpy from the pain I am not used to feeling (in addition to, of course, whiny). It feels like there is a snot-producing machine in my head trying to force my eyeballs out of my sockets. Indeed, at any moment, I expect my eyeballs to go POP and fly out of my head, only to smack against the monitor.
Least that visual description is not up to your standards, let me elaborate with sound:
Drip… drip… drip.
No need to thank me, that’s just the kind of guy that I am.