Sick?!?

I never get sick. Unlike most of America, my medicine cabinet is not stocked with pain relievers, sinus remedies, cough and cold formulas, decongestants. In fact, secretly, I don't believe in the common cold. I've always thought it was just one one of those things other people made up in order to have something to complain about.

Ha ha. Joke's on me now.

My head is full of bricks. My nose is like a leaky faucet. I have a terrible, wracking cough that hurts. And my neck feels like it is being firmly squeezed by a boa constrictor. How did this happen?

I suppose it makes sense that pregnancy lowers your immune defenses. After all, with so much energy going to the little Fang, how could my poor old body defend itself against the ravages of germs, mucous, and boa constrictors? And of course, I can't imagine that a break up has ever done anything good for the immune system.

To top it all off, when I sat down last night to comfort myself with heating pad, tea, and some netflix, I discovered that the DVD I had been looking forward to all week was scratched, and thus, unplayable.

Please send sympathy, love, and chicken soup. And I promise never to make fun of your cold again.