I might have a stuffy nose and rat nasty cough for the rest of my life, guys.
And I'm not trying to be a whiny wiener or anything, but, I can't breathe.
I seriously pride myself on my kick butt immune system. Not only am I never sick, but I'm also not a hypochondriac. Two talents.
Except this year I've been perma-sick since January and since then I think I've taken 4 sick days (that's a record high), but I probably should've just taken a week off. I even went to the doctor (because other teachers FORCED me) which like never ever never happens because doctors' tables, hands and stethoscopes are cold and the gown is breezy so I avoid it at all costs unless I think there's a chance I won't make it through the night. I think my last doctor's appointment was my 6 month checkup.
This creepy creeper cold keeps creeping back.
Now it's just apart of who I am: Danielle Sniffles.
It's to the point where I can't remember a time in my life that I didn't have to blow my nose or cough violently every 10 minutes.
It's fine. Just accept that I'm a snot nosed girl who will never again be able to quite pull it all together.