Most unfortunately, this blog post is not going to be about an epic song by an epic band. All of my Flyleaf fans know what I'm talking about here. Nope, quite literally, I'm so sick. With nothing less than the terrible common cold.
    What can I say? It's in the flu season, it's cold, people around me were getting it. I was destined to meet up with this nemesis of mine. But while everyone else who butted heads with it got a couple of sniffles and a deep cough, I got something much, much worse. My colds are definitely ones for the books.
    First I have a few days of sore throats and coughing. Then the glands in my neck swell up, making it a very tender area. I start getting congested, and soon anything and everything i eat tastes like a modified version of cardboard. My eye starts watering to the point where it looks like I'm going to a funeral with split personality disorder.
    After many hours in a row of wiping my nose and eye and going through dozens (literally) boxes of tissues, I am soon as raw and red as a skinned knee. I can no longer touch my chapped face but must instead allow the tears to drip and the nose to run. 
    I know. It sounds like SO much fun. 
    Anyway, I am currently awaiting to get better, but I wanted to make sure that I was heading in the right direction. I asked a good friend of mine who is currently in graduate school for public health (so this stuff is her area of expertise) if the symptoms I were displaying were good or bad. 
    To which she replied, "Well, it sounds like you have a pretty nasty sinus infection. I would take a few days of rest and some meds to get yourself back on track. I'm not an expert, though. See a doctor if your luck isn't changing." Great. Just what I need. Amidst all of this new 2013 flurry I get a sinus infection. I wasn't happy about this, so I asked another friend with due credentials.
    "Yeah, but you've also been coughing so you probably have a cold and a sinus infection. Oh, what's that, your head hurts? Yep, that'll happen. But you won't get a fever or anything, so it's not like you can stay home and rest it off."
    There's no rest for the wicked, is there.
    Well, hopefully I'll make a good recovery. I am sick of people saying, "EEEW OH MY GOD YOU'RE CONTAGIOUS!" or "GO HOME." or "You look dead. Seriously. I'd call the funeral home right now if I were you."
    WIsh me luck as I battle my greatest foe. Now,  if you excuse me, I'm going to get s

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