De-Cold

Head feels as if a military march past is on, eyes feel like two painful water balloons, nose – part leaky part blocked, not letting air pass through to my lungs, throat – a cacti forest, a rain of sneezes, a bonanza of coughs, a sick, ill, cranky, exhaustion throughout my body. I do not like getting a cold. As if anyone fancies it. But I HATE it. It’s a constant irritation. My jaws, joints and the last bit of every bone is also aching. My already huge nose is serving as a nice bright red clown’s nose. I want to sleeeeeep. But I’m stuck in office, on a Friday evening, dreaming of hot and sour soup, tucked in bed and reading Shantaram – wow! Just a few hours away – and yet it seems so far away. Boo hoo!