These past few days, I have seen beyond The Veil... and it is not a point to which I would like to return any time soon. I'm not sure what voodoo priest I pissed off, but I have some seriously bad juju in the common cold department this year. I've always have a pretty sucky immune system, but we're not even four months into 2012, and I've already had two colds that have knocked me COMPLETELY flat. To the point which I'm calling them colds, only because I don't know what other kind of fresh new hell this could possibly be.
At the new year, it was a fever, a lost voice, a searingly sore throat and a cough that I couldn't shake for three weeks. For the past few days, it's been a fever that won't budge, congestion the likes of which should have by all laws of physics exploded my facial bones, and a gross, mucusy cough that punctuates my every sentence.
And yet, I continue to work amongst the most unhygeinic purveyors of communicable disease that can be found in human existence--children.
Then, Mucinex D entered my life and what at first seemed like a miracle drug, sent from Heaven to clear my sinuses and relieve my aching lungs, in reality turned out to be a bad trip from an over the counter pharmacy drug deal. This was my first experience with the stuff, and while I won't hesitate to verify their claims of Mucinex In, Mucus Out, I can also guarantee you that I won't be entering that valley of nightmares again any time soon.
So, today I find myself back amongst the land of the living, clutching what is left of my once robust Kleenex stash tightly to my breast while once more facing the onslaught of germs that confront me at every corner. It is with great trepidation and a barking cough that I enter this arena, but I do it in the name of baked goods. I do it in the name of atrophying muscles. I do it in the name of sanity. Because as much as I love my prone couch time, I just cannot take one more episode of Switched at Birth or Twin Peaks right now.