Sick

Dad used to quote a Shel Silverstein poem about beards growing to toes:

My nose runs to my toes

I never stops my blows.

I wraps my blows arounds

my nose, and through the days

I goes.

I am so SICK of my cold. I have been sleeping and sleeping, I have been blowing and blowing, my nose is raw and skin is flaking off because I have been blowing it so much, I cough and hack and cough all day long, and that kills my sore throat that hurts every time I swallow. Yes, I am whining, but really? Aren't colds supposed to go away after four days? I am SICK of this.