Down for the Count

On Friday I had been at work for no more than an hour when I suddenly realized that I had a cold. I looked at the clock and noted the date and time because I'm sure that this will play an intricate roll in my being sick as a dog. For instance, three weeks from now I can look back and say: "I've been sick for three weeks." Or it might be that in 5 days the cold will disappear and I will say to myself, "That was the shortest cold ever." In any regard, it is intricate. At least that is what my OCD was telling me at the time.

Anyhow, I waited for 9 a.m. to roll around so I could cancel my Monday dentist appointment, because that would have just been rude showing up all snotty and sneezing and blech. All though I'm pretty sure I would have called and canceled Monday anyways, on the account I feel like crap. Plus we had a dinner engagement for tonight that I was looking forward to and we had to push that back.

This morning I woke up and my head feels like it wants to explode. I can push on my eyelids and feel a squishy feeling behind them. Mucus. A hot wash cloth seems to help with that, but I'm not going to stand in the bathroom applying warm compresses over my eyes every 30 seconds for an hour if all I'm doing is getting wet. Maybe I'll just rub on some more Vicks and go back to bed. After I have some mojo Theraflu.

I can't remember the last time I had a cold that felt this bad. But I do remember making a mental note of it because I thought it might be important.