A high pricy to pay for sexy

I had my first cold in a couple years last month, and now I seem to have bronchitis. It's been about three years since I last got it, but I remember the hell it was last time. I kept thinking I was well and trying to do well-person things, and that infection kicked my ass for a month or more.

So this time I'm trying to be smart. I did go to a work happy hour on Friday (the lure of beer and some of my favorite people were too much to resist), but I've been all business since then. The trick is not talking. My voice is basically sandpaper right now, and more than a few sentences at a time can set you back for days.

That was my mistake last time I had bronchitis. Sure, it sounds kind of sexy, or at least amusing, to have a husky voice. But coughing up phlegm for a month is a high price to pay for sexy.

So, It's 5:47, and I'm sitting up because, in the latest twist of my illness, my head is a solid mass, like someone poured concreted into my sinuses. When I blow my nose, it squeaks out my eyes and all that.

Also, it's been raining hard for about four hours. Who knew there could even be that much water available? It sounds like someone taking a shower in the next room.

Holiday plans:

1) Stop coughing so I can bake insanely decadent chocolate cookies to give away at work.
2) Clear sinuses in preparation for plane ride barely a week away.
3) Plan New Year's party, the theme of which is "fire, music, vodka shots."
4) Avoid freezing to death in my cold, manless bed.