No, not my physical person, just my cold. It happens the same way every time. It starts as a head cold, uses my throat as a highway and sets up in it’s new home in my chest. Really, I don’t mind though. I’ve had asthma for as long as I can remember, so I know what to do when I feel pressure in my chest. When I have a head cold however, I’m often left pondering how one body can produce enough snot to use an entire box of tissues. I mean, c’mon! But today I have a better perspective since I’m able to breath, even if it does produce coughing. I know I’m getting better. The end is in sight. I don’t like being sick and in another week or so, all signs of coughing should be gone! *sigh*
Hopefully I’ll be back with something insightful to say soon. But with medicine head, whining about my cold is about as good as it gets.