the sniffles...

A cold is such a misleading name. Most of the time, when I hear "a cold" I associate it with minor ailments and usually accompany it with thoughts of "suck it up, you just have a little cough or runny nose."

I think it is because of my bratty little judgements like this- that I get blasted with a doozie of "a cold." It has been going on for over a week now- and every morning, with all my stubbornness, I wake up and think- whatever it is just a cold- and go to work anyway. Then by the end of the day, I end up wondering how "a cold" can kick my trash so much and all I want to do it curl up and sleep for days. However, various aspects of "the cold" then keep me from the sleep I crave.

I'll spare you the rest of the unappealing details of the cold--

But yesterday, while I have finally begun the recovery path, I discovered that as bad as being sick is, it is worse to have your husband be sick! Yesterday Bobby came home from studying with a fever and a case of the sniffles. I immediately wished the cold back on me if only I could somehow take it away from him. I wish that I could make it better- and I hate seeing problems that I can't do anything about. With finals starting TOMORROW and us going on vacation next week- I wish this little cold of ours would just GO AWAY!