Compare and contrast the two colds I’ve had this winter.
Last month’s cold started with sneezing and encroaching brain fuzz. This cold started with two days of sore throat. I prefer last month’s cold.
Last month’s cold drained my energy and took away my appetite, same as this month’s cold. No difference.
Last month’s cold made me emotional and delicate. This month’s cold I have found myself reverting to childhood a little. Last night, while half asleep in front of the TV I wanted to play with my paper dolls. I also recall fondly childhood illnesses where my Mum would bring me all my picture books and I would sit up in bed or on the couch with a blanket and read all those familiar stories. I prefer: this month’s cold.
Last month’s cold did not prevent me sleeping, I was able to sleep straight through the night with the aid of Vick’s. This month I am waking up every couple of hours to blow nose, cough, sip drink, pee. I am definitely preferring last month’s cold in this case.
My sinuses hurt, my snot is bright colours, playing a long song on Rock Band drums last night nearly made me pass out. I have shared with you too much. I’m sure you will join me in despairing wishing for last months’ cold instead of the one I caught this month.
On the up side I have lemon barley cordial, and that makes me feel comforted. Plus baths, and vaporub to look forward to tonight.
Oh yeah, my life is one big rock concert!