Beginning of Day 14

I didn't even get to sleep this time before the coughing made me get up.

I'm sore, and exhausted, and I just want to sit down and have a rip-roaring old-fashioned ugly cry.

And then eat pizza.

And Kentucky Fried Chicken.

It's just a cold, for crying out loud! Why is it taking so damn long to go away? I'm doing everything I'm supposed to -- lots of fluids, tonnes of Vitamin C, and all the other usuals. I feel so guilty complaining when I realize that there are so many worse medical conditions out there, and I doubt that this is going to kill me, but frankly at least then I'd get some rest.

I just want the coughing to stop so I can sleep.

That's all.

(Thank you for listening. It was either vent to you or go bawl all over sleeping Hubby who would wake up in a blind panic.)