I'm a dreadful sook [for those who've never heard of that word think of the whiny 3 year old who really wants a lollipop but probably really deserves a good tap on the backside] when I'm sick, with a cold or flu, a real trooper when I'm really sick though. Or, at least so I've been told by every single person who ever met me. I hate it! I hate the runny nose, I hate the coughing and sneezing, I hate the sore throat, I hate the weak and tired muscles but most of all - far, far more than any of this - I hate the lack of sympathy!
Get really sick and people send you chocolate and flowers and cards and crowd around your hospital bed. Get a cold and the best you'll get is "yeah that sucks so did I tell you about...". It's not fair I tell you - am I not feeling miserable? Do I not deserve your undivided attention, flowers and by the way keep the hot chocolate coming [I'm convinced that's an actual cure] ? Well, apparently not. Get a cold and the world will not stop to suddenly revolve around you, darned inconsiderate in my opinion, nor will anyone show any understanding as to why I feel I deserve this. [In case you're wondering, yes I am a Leo, yes we do tend to be self centred - I get it ok!]
So I shall simply do the same thing I do every year - my cold's are so predictable it's not funny, guaranteed I'll get one every year, only this year it's early - I shall eat my home made chicken soup [I make it in advance], drink my hot chocolate and continue to whinge to everyone who won't listen. Feel free not to comment on this blog, I shall expect no less - says she with semi-brave lip quiver.
As one of my beloved nieces recently remarked [taking her out of the will] - "oh well, at least you're always good for a laugh". How rude. Rant over, my M.A.S.H. reruns are about to start.