The wastebasket under my desk is starting to fill up. Tissues. I’ve got a summer cold. That sucks.
I just went to take a photo of the discarded tissue collection and thought the better of it. I’ll use the box instead. You’re welcome.
Like most colds this one has come in stages. The sore throat started a few days ago. By this afternoon it was fading, but almost immediately the sneezing began. I’m not stuffed yet, but that surely comes next.
I’ve got zinc lozenges I’m sucking on. They come from GNC, therefore suspect to me. That shows the depth of my desire to somehow get the better of the cold. I’m willing to do stuff I don’t believe will work!
I might take Sudafed or one of the “quils.” I have no faith in them either.
I’ve just come back from a week’s vacation. An arm will have to fall off before I take a day off from work.
You would think someone would have a cure for the common cold by now. Wouldn’t this be the shortcut to the world’s riches? What would be a bigger seller?
Until then I’ll be worshiping the team that invented Kleenex Lotion tissues and kvetching.
You may start saying, “Aw, poor baby.”