Pity Me, For I Have The Cold
I hate being sick. I rarely am sick, so when I am, it feels like I'm going to die. Yes, that is correct, I feel so terribly sorry for myself. I would love it if someone could just pop round and make me some soup and stroke my chin. Wrap me up in a blanket and turn the volume on the telly down low while I sleep.
I know, it's just the cold. Heck, I don't even have a fever. At the moment! But I do feel like crap. And as I've already said elsewhere; it feels like someone ripped my face off, and then reattached it with a staplegun.
A sneeze feels like it's a 5 on the Fujita scale, everytime I move my head, I'm sure it's registered as atleast a 7 on the Richter scale... Ohh...woe is me..
Monday, September 13, 2004 posted by Wardi @ 2:50 PM