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August 4, 2005

This week, I am a snot-producer. I have had one of the most enduring colds I've ever had, and I've had my share. Not content to resist strep throat from S when we were first dating, or more than her share of colds since then, somehow I found myself tripped up by a common cold in the dead of summer. They say that summer colds are the worst. I'm pretty sure they're right. But without going into great detail about the consistency (thick) or color of my mucosa (brown/green/yellow/camouflage), I will say that it's been a long trip and I'm at that stage of illness where I'm better, but I sound like I swallowed a hedgehog or porcupine, or more realistically, a bear, which clawed its way down, and is now speaking up whenever I try to utter a word. However, this post isn't to bemoan my illness or whine about working when I feel sooo low--well, not really. I'm just writing to indicate what an utter fool I am. Because in my illness, what am I doing? I'm sipping an iced coffee with skim milk--because it's summer. I'm singing my lungs out at a firm karaoke cruise--because it's fun and I want to participate. I'm sleeping in an air-conditioned room--because I can't sleep if it's warm. Mothers of the world: I know I've done wrong. Update (12:19PM): I am displeased to announce that I've gone from Tom Waits-sexy gravel/sandpaper-voice to prepubescent-teen voice. Mickey Mouse and I have more in common than ever.

This was Perspective , and it appeared on August 4, 2005 9:43 AM.

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Posted by: Torrie at August 4, 2005 12:54 PM

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