Tis The Season...

To Be Poorly,
Fa-La-La-La-Laa,
La-La-La-Laaa

This cold is holding on to me tighter than a miser to his wallet, and it's pissing me off. When I get a cold it either hits my sinuses or my throat (and occasionally both), the two places I detest feeling icky. This particular cold has decided to go south, into my throat, and it feels like I've been swallowing barbed wire, then pulled it back up again.

It's gotten to the point where it's so scratchy it's making me hack and cough, which, in turn, hurts my back. Yes folks, even something as crappy as The Common Cold affects my back.

So now we're at a junction. Left, and the germs will leave and I will slowly get better. Right, and the throat gets worse, I lose my voice, and start talking like the Ringwraiths from Lord of the Rings, and provide much entertainment to all and sundry with my rasping and croaking.

As with all bugs, it originated from school with Jaysen, and while he's better, you notice various kids missing in the mornings, or parents that are coughing and spluttering where Junior has given the bug to them. Do we get a day of school? Pffft.