It's Hard to Remember the Good Times

When you're sick,(and yes, Mr. Semore, Dr. Weathers, Mrs. Donaldson...I'm talking about YOU) the world is not your oyster. In fact, it is so far from being your oyster, you might have a hard time thinking it ever was (like when you graduated from high school) or ever will be again (that moment you keep waiting for after graduating from college...that never comes). I fell ill on New Year's Eve, and in protest, went out and partied anyway. I say that, right before I begin to try to muster some sympathy, and I totally destroy my chances...I shoulda known betta. What followed was two days of not being able to speak...literally (and I don't mean literally...I mean LITERALLY), one day of intense amounts of mucus escaping in droves out of every orifice in my head, a night (so far) of absolutely no sleep because of the one nostril/roll over/the other nostril (YOU KNOW) syndrome, and a day of sweating, extracting small portions of my brain through my nose, and having painful coughing fits at inopportune moments in the theatre (during a friggin play). AND IT'S RAINING! AND COLD! and while I was washing my face tonight, the hot water cut out and I splashed my face with ice cold water. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I keep thinking about Monday...wondering what it'll be like....thinking about next Friday...will it be the same...It's so hard to imagine life without this mammoth of a cold...does it exist? To be continued...