I’ve got a cold in my nose

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My current bathroom reading is Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen and I just finished the part where Marianne catches “a suppurating cold” and everyone freaks out and is convinced she’s going to die.

For the past few days I’ve been walking around very displeased because I kept smelling damp cigarette butts and stale, bitter coffee grounds. I figured out, after awhile, that the smell was coming from inside my nose (OH GOD THE CALL IS COMING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE) and I sighed dramatically and hoped that a raging infection would pass me by. Then yesterday, feeling restless, I wiped down all the molding and windowsills in the house and swept the floors. When my throat started aching, I hoped it was just from my dust allergy and not a cold.

No, it’s a cold. And oh, how I identify with Marianne. I am suppurating, y’all. My throat is killing me, my head is killing me, and I’m freezing. And this after I took medication. I have asthma and my lungs are tight and I can’t quite grab a full lung of air, but I have a cough, so I have this tiny pathetic fake-sounding cough (people have accused me of faking this cough for sympathy. AS IF.) which, granted, I prefer to the muscle-pulling puke-making cough from hell I sometimes get, but man I hate nonproductive coughs.

I feel absolutely awful, but not bronchitis levels of awful. Got anything to cheer me up?

eeeeeeeeeeeee!

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Just got a shipment from Amazon:

In The Forest Of Forgetting, by Theodora Goss; Fledgling by Octavia Butler; and Mockingjay (The Final Book of The Hunger Games) by Suzanne Collins.

I wasn’t expecting these for a few more days. Pretty much guarandamnteed to make me feel better. :D