Merry Coldmas?
I caught the Cold From Hell that my father has been fighting for the past two months.
My whole face feels swollen-- I feel like Rocky after a fight. My eyes are swollen, my nose is swollen, my lips are swollen, I feel quite revolting.
I have a charming slack-jawed look right now, since breathing through my nose ain't gonna happen.
I'm hoping my cold will clear up before school starts, thanks to my young, super-immune system. I take vitamin C religiously, I don't think I've had a cold in over a year (that I can recall, anyway).
Worse, I'm sure this is a virus, since antibiotics did nothing for my father (except clear up some secondary infections), which means there is nothing I can do except sleep and get lots of fluids.
I have a mild fever (well, for me... I'm at 100 degrees Farhenheit right now, which is low for me. If I do get sick, I tend to get horrible 104 degree fevers, which makes your skin hurt, you shiver uncontrollably, and when sleeping, you get bizarre, extremely realistic dreams, and the occasional hallucination is not surprising. I tend to only take a fever-reducer when my fever gets too high, above 102-103 or so.)
Also, I just sneezed all over my cat. Payback's a bitch, huh Ben?
Anyway, in short:
I hate being sick.
And now I'm going to try and sleep some more, though maybe I'll have some nice chicken noodle soup first.

