Right. It's only a cold.
Hack, hack, hack.
Sneeze, Suhneeyze, SUHH UH UH UH SU SU NEEEEEZE!
Blow, and blow again, and again and again.
Damn, out of tissue.
There's no more skin on my nose anyway.
Groan. More tissue is a million miles away,
Downstairs, in the garage. Uuugghh.
Wait. Toilet paper, that's the ticket. It's closer.
Body creaking, getting out of bed.
Where are my ^&*$# slippers.
The Hell with it. Barefoot to the bathroom.
Grab the roll.
Only a cold.
My body aches
My vision is blurry.
I can't breath.
I cough so much I scared the cat.
Why aren't there drugs for this?
Oh wait, there are.
Maybe I have some from the last time.
Back to the bathroom.
Fumble, fumble, grouse, grouch.
Aha! Here they are!
Damn! Expired seven years ago!
Take them anyway. What can it hurt. I"m already a dead woman.
An hour later, no effect. Three aspirin will have to do.
It's only a cold. It could be worse.
Why don't I feel like it could be worse?
With all the suffering in the world, mine is just a little thing.
Or is it?
With only a twinge of guilt, I admit that
For me, for now, my suffering is the worse thing in the world.