It’s late. I’ve taken NyQuil. Watched a movie (Grease) and still can’t sleep. I feel awful and I can’t breathe. My head feels like it’s concrete and my throat is a mess. Summertime colds are, by far, the worst kind.
It was bound to happen. Whenever I need to sing for a wedding or a funeral my body rebels. As if singing for funerals isn’t stressful enough, I have to challenge myself to do it with a stuffy nose and a sore throat. Not to mention my ears are a bit stuffy, too, so I’ll probably be flat.
What else does one do when it’s past the point that normal people who work for a living should be up? There’s nothing good on TV. I have nearly 400 channels and I still can’t find anything interesting to watch. Sad, isn’t it?
Likely none of this will make sense when you read it. Blame it on the fact that I’m probably oxygen deprived because I can’t breathe through all this congestion. Not being completely lucid is another byproduct of a summer cold.
Here’s hoping that by tomorrow morning the worst will have passed and I’ll be back to my normal, somewhat witty and always corny self. I think I’ll try going to bed again…good night!
