I don't often get sick. Which is a good thing because I am probably one of the worst kind of patient. Good thing I live alone. Anyone living with me would more than likely want to suffocate me after two days. Grumpy takes on a whole new meaning when I am sick.
So anyway, it seems as though I can't make the transition between fall and winter without catching a cold, and this year it is a doozey. I had a friend who had some medical training and he told me that it doesn't matter what you do, a cold takes 10 days to run its course. I am on day 4.
I will return when I am all done coughing and hacking and sneezing and using up all the Kleenix in the house. I don't care what my friend said. I am making a big pot of chicken soup.
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