If I were breathing normally, it'd help
So, this cold has taught me a couple of things. I have always known that in order for me to sleep, I need to be able to breathe through my nostrils. Exhaustion will eventually catch up with me and I will doze for spurts of an hour or so, but then I will wake myself again. This usually happens because I'm making noises, like whistles or resonating groans in my sleep. However, when properly loaded up on cough syrup (actual cough syrup, not Tennessee Honey), I will in fact yell at people in my sleep. I don't even remember what the dreams were about, I just know that I was yelling at some very specific people when I came to.
Saturday, I must have looked like crap. I got my roommate to drive me to Wal-Mart so I could get both medicine and orange juice and some other odds and ends. As I wandered around the store, I had four employees approach me (not all at once) and not only call me "Honey" but ask if I was okay or if I needed help. I wasn't rude to any of them, but being sick definitely interfered with my ability to keep my scowls in check.
Today, I hauled myself into work. I fantasized about coming home and soaking in some eucalyptus bath, but when I got home I just didn't have the energy to wait for the tub to fill. It'll just be a hot shower for me. I seem to sound really horrible today, too. Everyone felt it necessary to remark on how awful I sounded and make tons of jokes about Lysol and Bleach. I just wanted to say, "Know what? You people started sharing this around, want me to outline the chain of custody for you? I can. Also, if you ate lunch with me on Wednesday? YOU ALREADY HAVE IT!" After about the millionth time someone said something about how "Plugged up" I sounded, I was ready to start walking around to candy jars and start licking.
I guess miserable colds bring out the evil in me. Maybe if those stupid links I'd found worked, I could be cheered up and those evil thoughts would abate.
Saturday, I must have looked like crap. I got my roommate to drive me to Wal-Mart so I could get both medicine and orange juice and some other odds and ends. As I wandered around the store, I had four employees approach me (not all at once) and not only call me "Honey" but ask if I was okay or if I needed help. I wasn't rude to any of them, but being sick definitely interfered with my ability to keep my scowls in check.
Today, I hauled myself into work. I fantasized about coming home and soaking in some eucalyptus bath, but when I got home I just didn't have the energy to wait for the tub to fill. It'll just be a hot shower for me. I seem to sound really horrible today, too. Everyone felt it necessary to remark on how awful I sounded and make tons of jokes about Lysol and Bleach. I just wanted to say, "Know what? You people started sharing this around, want me to outline the chain of custody for you? I can. Also, if you ate lunch with me on Wednesday? YOU ALREADY HAVE IT!" After about the millionth time someone said something about how "Plugged up" I sounded, I was ready to start walking around to candy jars and start licking.
I guess miserable colds bring out the evil in me. Maybe if those stupid links I'd found worked, I could be cheered up and those evil thoughts would abate.