I spent yesterday watching Halloween movies and looking at other people’s costumes on Facebook. Missing this holiday is depressing; Halloween is my Christmas, Thanksgiving and New Year’s Eve all rolled into one.
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.