Mmmm Cheese...

The cold is getting old. I have been sick for 5 days straight. It is over. Done...I don't want it anymore. It can go away. Buh-Bye...

My best friend called me at work this morning.

Me: Blah Blah Blah (and so the song goes) This is Michelle...
Deb: You got a nose hole plugged don't ya?
Me: Yep. *sniff*
Deb: Sucks doesn't it?
Me: Yep *sniff* *cough cough* Kerchooo!!...ugh. Hold on...I gotta blow.

We talked about some other things...but I honestly don't remember. The day was a blurr for the most part. I really...really came close to not going in. But, alas, I drug my snotty, fevered butt to the office, anyway. I even made it on time...go figure. I don't like going to work when I am sick, not because I feel terrible, but mostly because I don't want to spread my nasty germs to anyone else. I know I don't like it, when I am standing next to someone or checking out somewhere, and they are sneezing all over my space. Yuck. Keep your virus infected droplets and spit spray away from me. Go home already, call your mother and have some soup. I, however, dosed myself up on a handful of vitamins and was good to go...

I am also one of those people, that has to look into and read whatever I can find when afflicted with something. Or, really anything that strikes my curiousity. I think they call it an Information Junkie. Common Cold ...I told ya. I don't retain much of what I read, well, until someone asks me or has the same thing and then suddenly I am a self professed expert. On the upside of the whole "tissue that feels like sandpaper" issue, when I go to put some saave on my burning and swollen lips, they look like they have the perfect shape and color. There are pluses in every situation.

Aside from that, I have been keeping a pretty happy attitude. Really... I suppose it doesn't seem so with that, that just came before. But I have. Really. I may have looked a wreck with my chapped nose and blood shot eyes....but there was a smile on my face for sure.

I even went to lunch with a friend of mine today. (Yes...in complete contradiction to my "spreading my disease" thing) We hit this place in the Old Mill District, which is nice and quiet at lunch, in the middle of the week. Otherwise...you can't get in. The food was good...but I swear, if I have another pine nut in my lifetime...it would be way too soon. And "Why oh Why" would anyone put a pine nut in a chicken salad sandwich anyway? Boggles my mind. Give me Mom's chicken salad anyday... The lunch was fun though. Really. I swear.

I keep feeling the need to convince you that my attitude is a good despite the way my words sound. Apparently my left brain is in a fight with the right and frankly...I think it is going to be a draw. The meds are kicking in. And I didn't even take any yet.

Really...