I’ve been sick for the last five days. It’s not fun. Just the good ol’ common cold, but I feel like that’s worse than anything because there’s nothing I can do about it but wait it out and hope it goes away before too long. I probably should have called in sick to work yesterday, but this is my busiest time of the year, so that wasn’t really an option. So it was a day of going to the bathroom every ten minutes to blow my nose and having even less focus than ever. I bought some cold relief meds at lunchtime, and they’ve definitely taken the edge off, but there’s still no telling how long this is going to last. Here’s hoping today goes better.
See, the thing is, I get this stupid cold at almost the exact same time every year. Sometimes it’s more intense than others, and the duration is always a huge question mark. I remember one year I was incredibly sick all through Christmas and New Year’s Day. So much so that I missed all the festivities because I couldn’t muster up the will to get out of bed. At this point, I’m starting to wonder if maybe I’m allergic to Christmas. I know it’s a ridiculous hypothesis, but the consistency in the timing has to be more than a crazy coincidence. You can say it’s the weather, but the weather has been all over the place over the last ten years. Sometimes it’s freezing cold, sometimes we still haven’t gotten any snow. It’s way too inconsistent to be the cause, so there’s got to be something else.
But I have no idea what the deal is, and that’s really enough mucus-fueled rambling for now.
-Ryan out (*coughs up a lung*)