Dear Nasty, Lingering, Ever-evolving, horrible COLD,
You have long-past overstayed your welcome. You were never welcome, but you're really pushing it. I can't handle another day with no air flow through my sinuses. I feel like my head's been dunked in wet cement. And while I'm so grateful that he's still sleeping fine without too much difficulty, when Finn coughs, I hate you even more. Could this have passed to him? Even with all of those antibodies from nursing etc??
And did you know that my sister, Melisa came today and brought me Sprinkles Cupcakes... and I could not taste a THING? Not a thing. And I couldn't bare to eat one since I had to breath through my mouth with every nibble which made me feel like 400 pounds.
I'm sure I'll find a way to get one down. But I hate you all the same.