the joys of being sick
I have a cold. It's icky and annoying, my head feels like it's stuffed with scrunched up newspaper from last year, and simply getting up from the chair makes me feel short of breath.
But on the other hand, this is awesome. This is a normal disease. It will pass in a few days. When I tell people I have a cold, they know what I'm talking about. I get to whine and bitch about it as much as I want to. I can spoil myself with sweet things. When I go to bed, I'll be able to sleep. And once this is over, it might be a year or more before I get my next cold.
It's not a migraine.
But on the other hand, this is awesome. This is a normal disease. It will pass in a few days. When I tell people I have a cold, they know what I'm talking about. I get to whine and bitch about it as much as I want to. I can spoil myself with sweet things. When I go to bed, I'll be able to sleep. And once this is over, it might be a year or more before I get my next cold.
It's not a migraine.