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Alas, my cold worsened through Sunday, after having receded to an occasional throat-scratchiness during the wedding on Saturday. R brought home some Red Sudafed with Antihistamine, which does dry me up, but the Anti part really puts me to sleep. Plus I've started coughing this morning. Such joy, such fun.
You know what the worst part of this stage of a cold is? The boredom -- not feeling really well enough to get into something complicated like writing, too wobbly to sit up and watch anything involving, and far too scattered to manage knitting.
For small things, let us be thankful, like the prospect of getting better, and a small cache of plain Red Sudafed that I just ran across, even if it's not strong enough for the cold at this point.
In the meantime, I'm planning knitting projects and surfing the web, inbetween naps with the cats....
You know what the worst part of this stage of a cold is? The boredom -- not feeling really well enough to get into something complicated like writing, too wobbly to sit up and watch anything involving, and far too scattered to manage knitting.
For small things, let us be thankful, like the prospect of getting better, and a small cache of plain Red Sudafed that I just ran across, even if it's not strong enough for the cold at this point.
In the meantime, I'm planning knitting projects and surfing the web, inbetween naps with the cats....

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