Hi there
This is my second day with a cold. People aren't sympathetic when I say I have a cold. I should have said it was a virus or the flu.
"You'll be okay in a day or two,' said a friend in an email. She then went straight on to mention water rates which Wellington doesn't have at the moment, but give it a few more months and we'll be paying for every glass of water (dramatic much?).
My friend wasn't overly interested when I told her that for all of last night I hadn't got a wink of sleep; I was too busy blowing my nose. i went through a box and a half of tissues (100 tissues per box).
"Well, it's not covid," she email-answered me. As if anything less than covid was a mere trifle. I should never have told her I'd tested negative for covid, she might have been more sympathetic.
The bright side? I didn't eat yesterday. Maybe I've lost so much weight I'll have a model''s figure by tomorrow? Well, a girl (snigger, snigger) can dream.
And I can't talk, my throat is shot. I tried saying 'hello ' to my neighbour but couldn't get past the first vowel.
I think I'll keep on feeling real sorry for myself for another day or two, snuggle down in a nest of blankets with a box of tissues at my side, and just forget that the world outside of my house even exists.
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