>Oh cold virus…why dost thou vex me so? I wash my hands with compulsive regularity. My skin bears the scars of resulting dryness. Yet, still I fall ill. My throat aches, my sinuses swell, my head spins.
Intake of liquids has increased to epic proportions. Nyquil gives me disturbing dreams about former dates who dumped me deciding to stalk me. I have no time to increase my sleep. The holiday season combined with my usual social schedule leaves little room for adjustment. Why is there no magic pill to let me breathe again?