It's my own fault really. I had it coming. All this complaining and moaning about the cold and now it's snuck up and got me. Got me good.
The other night while I was tucked up snugly in bed sleeping my cares away, somehow, some-insidious-how, the cold got through 3 blankets, 2 doonas and a whole lot of flannelette and got me. I thought suffocation would be my only worry. I remember being cold in my dream (weird alright) and then sleepily rolling over in a vain attempt to regain warmth from the fetal position but after a while of not being able to get back to sleep I realised I was too late - I had a chill.
Extreme lethargy (just repositioning myself on the couch is an ordeal that leaves me breathless and tired), followed by a sore throat (for two days - OMG I don't do a sore throat at the best of times and two days is just plain out torture!!!) and now it has joyfully taken over my sinuses. Oh happy day.
Normally I do a head cold pretty well. I just keep soldiering on living on Sudafed, Vitamin C, hot chocolates and vegemite toast. I'm still able to get things done, just a little slower. But this one has me beat. There is a pile of washing threatening to take over the house and I think every dish and spoon we own is sitting on the bench, dirty. The LOML, bless his (last pair of clean) socks, just doesn't see that stuff. He's big on making sure I'm all set with tissues, water, drugs and the TV remote but he sees through the mess forming around the edges. Oh well, it's not like it's going anywhere.
So it's my own fault and I'm sorry winter. I didn't mean to complain. You do a wonderful job and I really do like you. (I'd like you less if you weren't here for as long but....). I'll keep my mouth shut from now on. Promise.