I hab a code
So the kids have been running around the house for the last week or so in various stages of passing infections to each other. Sneezing, snorting, coughing. James has been a veritable slobbering mucous-beast, with various translucent, gooey substances running from various orifices.
My kingdom for a hazmat suit.
So it was inevitable that I'd get sick. I'm sitting here with a box of Kleenex on one side of me, dosed to the gills on Dayquil caplets. The Dayquil's taken the edge off my symptoms but I'm still sniffling and sneezing and sore throatey and achey and painey.
It's at times like this I'm reminded of what a complete wuss I am. I have no tolerance for this sort of discomfort. Chronic pain I can usually live with and work around and tolerate, but there's something about getting a cold or flu that makes me want to stick a bullet in my head.
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Here's an anecdote to cheer you up...
(if I'm using the word correctly)
My mom got the cold from us, and she declared one day that her having to yell at the kids actually cleared her up so she wasn't stuffy, while we still had to suffer.
Sadly, it was true. We were stuffed to the gills, while my mom could breathe scott-free.
Posted by: chocolate-covered treat | October 11, 2003 02:18 AM