my general ‘just say no to drugs’ sort of stance on life sort of goes out the door the minute i get a cold. i used to try to brave it and get through it using only orange juice and threats to the great god above that if i don’t get better soon i will hurt someone and it won’t be me.
that method never really worked so good for me, so now i hit the drugs at the first sign of a sniffle. and today, with my lungs trying to escape through my mouth and my sinuses leaking out of every orifice on my face, i hit the drugs.
they aren’t helping yet. i still feel like i got runover by a stampede of buffalo. this leads me to believe that drugs and suck it. i’m going back to the threats and see if that gets me any where.
and today, as mere THIRTEEN DAYS before my birthday, all i want is to not have a cold.