Cough City

Empty Kleenex boxes liter several rooms of my house as a result of my recent bout with a formidable virus. My worn out nose has run all over the place. My poor nose is red, peeling, scabbed and not fit for a social life.

Woe is me. In fact, I wanted to call this blog "Woe Is Me," but somebody with a pathetic life must have cut in front of me and grabbed the title first.

My nose has finally begun to settle down. But last night my throat told me that feeling better only marks the end of phase 1. During a marathon coughing spell that lasted all night, I just about yakked up my spleen. I am dizzy and disoriented from my coughing spell. Sleep alludes me. I am sleepy. Do I find peace back in the bed sheets or shall I ease into daytime life by way of chores and phone calls? Here is a likeness of me (not me) on Christmas Day. I wonder if the girl in this photo had her flu shot.

Have I mentioned that I always sneeze seven times?

I won't include images of the plugged up headaches that came with this cold. They were too freaky.