Twenty-Three

I feel like a zamboni is parked on my sinuses. They don’t hurt but they feel heavy; I can breathe but my nose feels dry and angry, and I can’t keep my eyes open. This morning I thought maybe it was the dropping barometric pressure. Forecast has been calling for rain and then moving the call for rain forward a day at a time for a week now. That sentence made little to no sense. Anyway, now it’s been a day and I think I might have the start of a cold.

I haven’t had a cold in so long! Like, since we had the flu in late February, I haven’t been sick. I feel like this is a record of some kind. I will have to turn the little shingle on my “74 days since the last cold virus” sign. OK yes, I had nausea from the end of January until early June*, but I haven’t had a cold in forever.

I’ll let you know how this all turns out, don’t worry. But now I have to go moan on the couch for a while.

* the nausea has mostly cleared up but I’m still going for the ultrasound in July because if you get an appointment for an ultrasound two months after you call, you go for it. I always welcome an opportunity to see inside my body.