Summer sickness

The absolute BEST thing in the world is to have a head cold that travels down to your chest causing you to cough up great green gobs of goo during the hottest July on record so you can't tell if you're hot and restless because it's hot outside or because you're hot inside...

whew....I feel better now. Well, I don't really. I still feel like a bucket of warmed over poo.

I've known that this was coming for a few days. I could feel my throat tickle and thought: "Didn't I just get over one of these???" That one was back in May when I was ripping ivy off my wall and breathed in a whole bunch of plant spore things. At least that's what I'm blaming it on. It can't be because I smoke. That would just be silly.

Anyway, you know how when you're sick you just want to curl up on the couch with a nice hot cup of Neo Citron, some hot soup or some toast and jam, your laptop, a remote control and someone to fuss over you and *bring* you Neo Citron and hot soup or toast and jam? My roommate does her best. She nags at me to take tylenol and anti-biotics and she makes me Neo Citron and soup. But she's not well herself so I feel guilty when I get sick that I'm putting her out of her way to take care of me. But I *like* being took care of. But she's sick. But I *want* someone to fuss. But she doesn't get around well. Hence the guilt.

I don't get sick very often... at least not so that it lays me up for days on end. And that's a good thing. But when I do, I'm almost as bad as a guy for whining. *grin* Everyone is glad when I start feeling better *grin*