I’m at that delightful stage of my summer cold where I’m coughing up interesting things. In colors not found in nature. Things of substance.
A few of these items decided they were ready to be expelled from my lungs this morning.
While I was driving.
I figured it was better to set them free into the world than try to keep them back. By the time I got to work, I had filled a convenient napkin in my car with things that were unspeakable. And chunky.
I’m better this evening. Still coughing things up, but it’s better in a variety of ways. The colors are muted and the content is less substantial. Hurts more, though.
And everything tastes terrible and the same. Except for the cough medicine. Which is orange colored – but, sadly, not orange flavored.
I hate summer colds. I hate winter colds too, but those you can just chalk up to the general misery of an ohio winter. Might as well stay inside and sneeze when the snow is on the ground 4 feet deep.
So, I’m trying to take it easy. And I say “trying”, because I’m not good at it. Even when I was sick enough on Wednesday to actually take a day off, I only slept part of the time and actually got online and did some work. I really need to find a book on how to relax properly ’cause I’m not very good at it. Or maybe a book-on-mp3 that I can listen to while I’m mowing.
Wait…
Never mind.
Time for another dose of orange-colored-not-orange-flavored cold medicine.