Between mid morning and now I've half filled my office waste paper bin with used tissues, and developed a husky rasp that sounds like Brenda Vaccaro's waaaaay butcher brother. To some who know me this may suggest a greasy palmed orgy of self-loving but in truth (especially given that I'm at work at The Big Christian Charity) it actually means head cold. Summer head cold to be precise. Maybe this is why I felt so foul yesterday, with the sinus pain and all, but today it has come on like a steam roller. 11am this morning I felt quite normal, now I'm a mucus machine.
I hate summer colds, they feel so inappropriate you know? Who wants to rug up and act feeble with a mug of hot honey and lemon when it's swimwear weather?
Hey, aren't these medical malady posts fun? As you were... sniff.