Every. Single. Summer. without fail, I get a cold.
This time around, it started on Friday. Of course it took hold the night before Butter’s fourth birthday party. Of course it required me to ask for help on Saturday morning instead of doing all the things by myself [like I usually would]. Of course today I want to cut my head off at the neck.
Oh, and guess what. I’m not allowed to take decongestants. [Thank you, Moyamoya Disease.] I’mso grateful for an awesome pharmacist at Target, though he recognizes me and asked me whether I was picking up a prescription tonight. I laughed at told him I just had a question this time, but man oh man. The only thing I can take is allergy medicine.
Pray for me. Because this is going to make me crazy. I hate sneezing.
Do you have a netipot? I swear it at least shortens the length of the cold. Feel better!
Based on the history with my ears, I’m terrified to use them. :/ Thank you, though!