Stupid Cold
I have a stupidcold. Stupid because I don't know where it came from. Stupid because I wake up at 5:00 am with a huge bolus in my throat but drink a glass of water and instantly feel the lump go away. Stupid because I don't know whether to stay home from work or finish the several projects I set myself out to do, because I know that once I get home I will start to feel better but even more lonely. Stupid because I don't know if I want chicken soup or some honey with brioche and should I drink that coffee or should I just have tea? Stupid because the Sudafed sits in my purse and may as well lay dormant until I actually feel like I have congestion and maybe I would feel better having one just to feel the pseudoephedrine coursing through my veins. Stupid because I don't know if I should exercise and wonder if doing so would lead to worse things, longer lasting things, things you can not just curl into a ball and heal. I have a stupidcold, and I get them when the weather changes. Its perfectly natural, my stupidcold.