It's Not Easy Being Green

Today, my Saturday sore throat turned into a full-fledged cold. Send in the tissue.

My last illness was last January, the day after my birthday. It was amoebiasis, and now I know what hell in your tummy feels like. Imagine getting a blistering fever and going to the bathroom every few minutes (to crap or to vomit, take your pick), plus, eating food that has the consistency of cardboard and tastes like it, too. *shudder* In those times when Gatorade was my best friend and heaven was being allowed to eat a cup of white rice---well, I'd rather not go through it again.

It's not like I've never contracted the common cold before, but I wonder why now feels like hell in my throat and nostrils? Everywhere I sit, I end up building a miniature Smokey Mountain beside me - a pile of mucus-induced tissue paper. Gah. I hate having the sniffles.

And my voice! It's gone to the frogs.

Just awhile ago, I was even a little embarrassed to talk to the doctor on the phone. Thank God for people like him who understand patients with voices like the toad in the backyard.

"Hello, doctor?" (ribbit ribbit)

"Yeah, I'm sick." (*duh*...ribbit ribbit)

"What medicine can I take?" (ribbit ribbit)

"So I'm not *ribbit* allowed to eat *ribbit* fried foods *ribbit* and chocolate *ribbit*?"

It's not easy being green. -_-'