Some Festive Christmas-Related Content
I am happy to report I’m finally rid of the worst and most annoying cold in the history of colds. It wasn’t COVID, BTW. It was just a horrible, rotten, d*amn awful cold - the worst cold in the history of colds.
I used to think people who complained about colds were…well…kind of wimpy and maybe a tad dramatic. I will never again think such a thing. From this point forward, when someone near me sniffles, I will rush to their side, murmuring words of support, giving my deepest, most heartfelt condolences, and pledging my support. Well, after I mask up and douse my entire body with hand sanitizer, of course.
I was sick for so freaking long I couldn’t remember what it was like to feel normal. I never went to the doctor, but I self-medicated at home with pain relievers, OTC cold medicine, asthma medicine, and that stupid steroid the insurance company hates to pay for (which messes with my taste buds and makes everything taste like seventeen flavors of ass) and an occasional nightcap consisting of cheap but tasty chocolate wine that Bill bought in St. Augustine that always makes me sleepy.
Thank goodness I’m on the other side of that horror. More than once, my heart was pounding out of my chest, and I was convinced I WAS DYING, or maybe it was just because I was having to work ridiculously hard to perform strenuous activities such as breathing and walking to the kitchen for a cookie.
I wasted too many days leading up to Thanksgiving lying around the house feeling sorry for myself, convinced that a freaking cold ruined my life. Loss of interest in usual activities? Yep. Feeling sad? Yep. Fatigue? Yep. Reclusive? Yep. I did try to venture out once or twice when I had a rare surge of energy, but OMG, have you ever tried to put makeup on a face that is a red, wet pile of mush?
Bill, who I’ve spent many a blog entry poking fun at, also survived his cold, and I’m not sure which of us complained more. We might be equal. Or I might have bitched and whined just a teensy bit more, especially when his walrus-like snorings and throat gaspings hit 120 decibels.
Good grief! I’ve complained for six paragraphs about a virus that’s been gone for at least a week. You probably read this, rolled your eyes, and thought, “Enough already!!” Gosh, I’m sorry. I promise never to mention this cold again. Let’s move on to some festive Christmas-related content…