Death is on my doorstop....

My snot congested head has declared war on my mind. The tingle in the back of my throat has turned into knives inserting themselves slowly into my body. My nose, purely irritated from the lack of decent kleenex replaced by the softest TP I could find, and my mind -- already digging the grave.

I NEVER get sick! I am a physically active young woman and this never used to happen to me. What is the deal? I also know, that I never whined like this -- EVER! But it has clearly put a damper on everything holy in my life and I HATE it!

I cannot ride my pony -- not of lack of want or determination, but I know the minute I get all tacked up and start to ride --- the nose will declare war and I will have to find a tissue or ride with snot all over my face, sleeve, and body. Not to mention, it will probably be followed up by this miserable cough that refuses to leave.

I cannot function at work properly. This smiling constantly angel who socializes and giggles all the time has been reduced to this snot filled princess that is all but smiley and conversational. The rasp in my throat is not helping either.

I cannot go out drinking with the girls. Lord knows--I cannot taste a thing. I would be a drunk, non-smiley, non-conversational, ride begging snot case. Not at all attractive if you ask me.

I cannot enjoy a shopping date with the roomie. I hate shopping altogether, but sometimes you have to do it! I spice it up by enjoying a lunch date out of it. All college girls are always happier if there is REAL food involved.

I cannot enjoy the sunshine or the people I surround myself around -- and they don't enjoy me either like this!

So furthermore -- I am digging the grave! I have one foot in and this cold needs to make a choice. Either it jumps in, my snot bag will happily follow -- or I will declare war on you. It has been 4 days too long. You either evacuate or I will do it -- To the DOCTOR I come!

To all that know me -- I don't do doctors! But I will -- I swear!