I have a cold.

So I have a cold. I'd rather be cold than have this cold. I don't handle being sick well. I used to think that I had a high pain tolerance. I don't. At all. Especially when it comes to being sick. I'm the biggest weenie on the planet. Good thing I don't get sick that often. Marc is taking VERY good care of me -I'm lucky to have him! I've had this cold once a year for the past several years. Oh well - I guess I should count my blessings - there are a lot worse things, huh? Anyway, like I stated earlier I don't handle pain well and since my nose has been all stuffy for the past two or so days now it hurts from blowing it. I tried to beat the system and prevent "dry nose skin" syndrome, but no such luck. I'd blow my nose, apply some vasaline, sneeze, blow my nose again only to wipe off my protective layer of vasaline. My throat is sore and I can’t talk. Did you read that last part carefully? I’ll type it again just in case – I can’t talk. This is tragic. Not so much for Marc I bet. He hasn't had to hear me sing "Lean on Me" in about four days. I took Dayquil for the first time ever on Monday. Whoa. I felt floaty all day.