You have no idea how sad I am that Halloween 2015 is in the books.
Not just because it’s come and gone, but because I missed it altogether. I’ve had a cold since last Tuesday and I was really hoping the worst of it would be gone in time for Friday, for a Halloween party. It wasn’t. Putting on my costume and makeup felt laborious. I really wanted to curl up with a blanket and watch monster movies on television. I did go, but ended up leaving after just one hour.
On Saturday, this evil cold moved from losing my voice to a friggin’ coughing jig.
Today, the cold has morphed yet again. Yesterday’s annoying cough is closer to coughing up a lung.
I was in the middle of breakfast when I had to stop and take cough drops to quiet my throat. Do you have any idea how bad cough drops taste with coffee and pancakes? You don’t want to know.
I’m still in my pajamas; I highly doubt I’ll go to the drug store and pick up some cough syrup. Cough drops and hot tea will have to suffice until I have to leave the apartment to go to work tomorrow.
To say I’m crabby is an understatement. I’m not, and have never been, a good sick person. I want to go back to the gym, I want to stop coughing, I want breathe normally, I want some normalcy back.
Grouch, grumble, grouse.