I need some soup.
Not only did Hubby transmit his viral gastrointestinal infection to me last week, but now he has passed me his dirty head cold.
I had a raw throat last night and now I can’t breathe through my left nostril. Also, snot keeps dripping out of my right one at unexpected and inopportune moments – like when I’m in a work discussion with colleagues. My eyes are also burning, which could indicate a fever, or could simply be a result of the fiery death stares I’ve been sending to anyone who messes with me. Not to mention the sneezing, which is highly offensive to my coworkers.
I also slept weird and my neck/back hurts. I can only turn my head about three quarters of the way in either direction. Which wouldn’t be a problem, except that IT EFFING HURTS.
Luckily, Hubby’s feeling much better, providing the perfect reason for me to blame him for my misfortune.
All that said, I still have a bit of a festive spirit today. I think it’s an ugly fat baby’s birthday today, isn’t it? You know, the one with the bow and arrow? That crazy little fucker must have bitten me or something because I made a particular effort to wear red today and also made up 30 adorable Winnie the Pooh valentines for my colleagues.
Hubby also bought me some flowers yesterday, which I thought they were making me sniffly, but now I know better. The flowers are nice, but this cold is the worst Valentine’s Day gift he’s ever given me. Even worse than the time he forgot to get me a card but when he got to the store they were sold out so he bought an Easter card instead. Ass bucket.
Happy creepy naked baby day.