I have a wicked assed chest cold.
I felt that oh so familiar burning in my nose for a minute yesterday but I was so busy, I forgot about it.
I got off work and went to the watering hole for a bit and then swung by the store for some needed additions to the crock pot full of Pork Roast.
I got that all going and laid down with a beer and it hit me like a fucking freight train, all at once.
My throat got sore and within minutes, it felt like my lungs were on fire.
I have been hacking and coughing until I puke and my throat and my lungs both feel like someone sandpapered them.
I am so sick of being sick.
It's like I am the canary in the coal mine, if there is some kind of nasty shit going around, I am tits up first.
It does wonders for my disposition too.
At least I can lay here and drink beer until nap time, about ten minutes from now.