Sniff. Achoo! Snuffle. Cough! Sigh...
For the last week, our house has sounded a whole lot like the waiting room of a doctor's office. Both Hubby and I have been held hostage to the clutches of some Exceptionally Obnoxious Cold that doesn't want to let go.
Only yesterday, a glimmer of light appeared for me. I felt much better. Didn't need to blow my nose half as much. Not a single sneeze jolted me. Then today...kapow! I'm not sure if it's the same bug that's returned just for the heck of it, or if a new one has arrived because it's so much fun to hang out with me. I hear that news travels fast among microbes. Isn't that what coined the term, "going viral"?
Anyway, I can always depend upon my good pals, Indy and Bogey, to help me once I retreat to the bed. Indy plasters himself to my backside, morphing into a furry hot water bottle. Bogey pushes his face so close to mine that his whiskers tickle my nose more than a persistent housefly. This, of course, does wonders to clear up a clogged sinus passage. Oh, the delights of cold and flu season.
But tomorrow is another day. And if I'm lucky, I'll soon be able to breathe without the assistance of Vicks Vaporub.
