My head is bumbly and my chest is rumbly.
I have a cold.
No matter how much hand washing and people-avoidance I
tried, the creeping crud caught me anyway.
My one nostril is completely clogged and the other
whistles when I inhale.
Attractive, I know.
I would think it was funny – if only it were someone
else.
The reflection in the mirror shows I’m paler than normal
with glassy eyes. For some reason my hair wants to appear like I stuck my finger
in an electrical outlet. An all-day “just woke up” look appears to be on the
horizon.
Isn't that look supposed to be sexy? I'm not sure I'm pulling it off correctly.
I cough and sneeze as quietly as I can so as to not
disturb my co-workers. I’ve become a closet nose-blower.
However quiet I think I might be, I’m probably not. I can’t
tell anymore. My ears are clogged.
I sip my tea and will the cough back into my lungs - which makes me go "prumph" and turn bright red.
I sound as contagious as I feel.
Fortunately it’s the weekend, and the weather outside
will be frightful.
The fire inside will be delightful.
And, I will have nowhere else to go.
So I’ll blow my nose, blow my nose, blow my nose.
