I am going on the end of day three with this very annoying and painful sickness, called a cold which made it it’s mission to strike. And strike long and hard and not let me come up for breath a lot.
Especially when I thought I was finally a bit better by this morning. No. It strikes again. Attacks when you least expect it, to let you know who is in charge of your current situation and making sure you won’t forget it either.
During the morning I had quite a few errands to run with the oldest minion but as soon as 10am came around, and I was on my feet for 5 solid hours already, I could feel it creeping back in.
Into my system it went, sending me spinning and giving me heat flashes every 5 minutes, hoping I would take off my cardigan to get me even sicker. It’s a bastard you gotta know. It hopes for the sun to play its part just right and into the sickness’s hands so that you, as the poor individual, down and on the ground by the virus that holds your body hostage, want to enjoy the sun a bit and due to the heat strokes you feel anyways, you are compelled to take off that cardigan. Just five minutes. That is at least what you tell yourself.
And so the cycle closes itself because it will just backfire on you. Anyways. By the time we picked up the minion from preK and stopped by at the better half’s place to pick up some t things for the cats, it let me know that my time was up. That I better not think of getting better any time soon and send my head spinning with the smallest movements I made.
Which lead me to right now. Sitting/laying in bed, medicine running through me, trying to kick this cold’s butt but not feeling like I have much success. The nose is stuffed, the head hurts, the throat is scratchy to the point that I don’t even want to talk and so I will have to give Tuesdays point to the sickness itself. For I haven’t won this battle yet….