Thursday night I got home from class and my cold had exploded in my head like a small sun gone nova. My sinuses were packed, and nothing would ease the congestion up. I literally couldn’t breathe through my nose. That lasted until about 3 hours ago this morning. I spent the greater part of the last 40 hours in and out of an almost comatose state of fitful sleep. I have had many colds in my life, but I never remember having one in which I felt so miserable that I truly wished I was dead so the misery would stop.
The biggest part of what makes this cold so sucky? Yesterday was Hubby’s birthday. I had hoped for us to be able to do something fun for him, but I barely had enough energy to just sit up, much less partake in birthday revelry. Fortunately we had Hubby’s gift wrapped previously (purchased about a week before he got home), and I was able to drag myself (with the help of #1) to the store to buy some ready-bake lasagna and a cake. The homemade lasagna I had planned will have to wait until I have enough energy back to make it.
I think I’ll go back to bed. I’ve done a load of laundry, I’ve answered e-mail and snail mail, I’ve done the dishes. Now it is time to stick a fork in me, I’m done.