I woke up with a cold this morning and am slightly bitter about it. I knew last night that I would wake up ill, but I drank a few ciders anyway and I'm sure that's what really did it. So in a sense it's my fault that I feel like this right now.
Most of today wasn't too bad. My headache went away after a while and my sore throat got better after a hot cup of tea with honey and lemon. I was mostly just sniffly. But now that it's later in the day, my sinuses are starting to hurt from all of the nose-blowing and I'm getting really tired.
When I get sick, my most major symptom is exhaustion. It's a genre of tired that I've never gotten other than when I have a cold. It feels sort of like I could float away, or melt--like I could curl up in bed and just not move for days at a time. And today I realized something about that feeling... I kind of like it. Don't get me wrong; being sick sucks. But colds are life's way of telling you to take it easy. They're an excuse to get some rest. I'm quite thankful that my body is saying, "Just chill out, take care of yourself, and let me do my work."
But it is a bummer that I'll be sick on my birthday!