There are few things in life that I truly hate - - having a cold/sinus infection is one of them.
I can handle being sick. I've had pneumonia, bronchitis, strep; those illnesses don't bother me. Sure, I feel like crap, but I'm not miserable. I want to sleep more, so I stay bundled up and in bed. Even with bronchitis, the right cough syrup will help me sleep.
But give me a sniffles or a runny nose, and I'm all "please remove my head and don't worry about the anesthesia." Realistically, I know that I don't need antibiotics. This is a viral infection, and will work its way through my body in due time. Drink lots of fluid, take my vitamin C, have kleenex on hand, take over the counter drugs, and eventually I'll feel better. But when my nose starts to run, all common sense runs out the door with it and to the closest minute-clinic to beg for drugs.
Can you tell I feel miserable? I had envisioned two weeks of riding my horse, writing papers, and generally getting stuff done. Instead, I'm wallowing in self-pity and snotty kleenex.
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