I tell ya, it's no fun being sick. Though really, whining about a bad cold is really a First World Problem. I'm not starving, I don't have malaria, other possible health issues are Yet To Be Discovered so I'm ignorning them for now. So it's really not too bad, even if I've been bedridden for two days.

But I tell ya. It's damned inconvenient to have these spells where it seems my sinuses are literally fused shut. It's more that they get swollen, for some reason, than that there's actually something in there. But I've had spells, the last two days, where everything's so shut that I've felt like if I swallowed water, I'd drown. And every time I did swallow, my ears popped worse than anything I've ever experienced in a plane.

I can see why they say if you've got a big sinus problem, you really shouldn't fly. I could imagine my ears exploding if I'd had to fly yesterday. ::shudder::

However! Got two books finished off (Hogsfather by Terry Pratchett; Darkly Dreaming Dexter by Jeff Lindsay). So that's a great big fat Silver Lining.

I'd be in bed at this very moment again, if not for my sweet darling little boy-cat, Pan. He's claimed the bed right now, and I just can't bring myself to disturb him. But soon, I think. I can feel myself really starting to drag down again. Ugh.