OR: I’ve got a bit of a head cold.
My head more or less exploded into a cloud of sn*t and tears yesterday, between leaving my front door and arriving at work, (approximately twenty five minutes including an emergency visit to the pharmacy en-route).
I don’t know why, but I seem to get colds in the front of my head only. Really. From my eye sockets forward, which I happen to think is a little weird. I call it ‘front head (otherwise known as my face) cold syndrome’. And, to make things worse, I get mangey cat symptoms in my left eye only, like when they get all old and dribbly. You get the idea, I am a beautiful, glowing picture of health.
There’s a connection between some kind of evil cold germ colony festering in my left nostril, near the bridge, which irritates the sh*t out of my left eye rendering me Rocky-esque post film fight finale.
I don’t want to leave the house when I’m like this, so I dragged myself to work and I crawled immediately back into bed after my first class at 10am and stayed there until my next class at 3pm. I feel sorry for myself mainly because I have to look after me and I use it as an excuse to eat pizza in bed with a honey and lemon chaser and a hot water bottle on my feet. I feel sorry for MYSELF!
Going to bed without chicken soup OR TLC *sulky pout.