I hab a cod. No, nod de fish - a COWD.
I have a horrible head cold. And since I am the world's biggest Baby McWhiny Pants when it comes to colds (hunger, tiredness, sore feet, being too hot and pretty much any physical discomfort) I've gotten nothing done lately except lay on the couch, dramatically using tissues, whining about television, and snapping at my husband.
Nothin' creative going on in my head - it's too stuffed up (woe woe woe is me *sniff* feel my forehead - do you think I have a fever? Oh, the agony!)
I have gotten some stellar mail this week, which I will fill you in on later.
Hopeful I will recover soon (so I can stop snapping "but those aren't the LOTION tissues I wanted! These are PLAIN tissues and are SCRATCHY! My NOSE hurts!! Wahhhh) Especially since my husband and I don't see eye to eye on physical ailments.
His idea? If you're miserable, go get medicine from the doctor. Otherwise, take lots of Vitamin C, medicine, water and rest. My plan? Whine. Complain. Whine some more, but refuse to do anything to actually feel better. Refute every suggestion he makes for ways to feel better with excuses and whining (Neti pot? noooo, it feels funny. Medicine? nooooo, it tastes icky. Tea? Noooo, it's too hot and I don't waaaaant it.)
Seriously, do I sound like a toddler or what?
I have to go take Nyquil now, and then lay in bed heaving dramatic sighs and saying "I'm SORRY I'm tossing and turning, but I'm SICK." *Sigh* *toss* *turn*