It happens to me every summer, without fail. I'll be enjoying the outdoors, splashing in the pool, chasing butterflies with Roo, playing in the mud with Mr... and then: BAM.
It hits me and takes me down for the count.
Every hot, steamy delicious summer I am ridden with a nasty cold.
You know, the kind that normally make their appearance (on most) in the blistery cold months of winter.
The snotty nose, the sore and scratchy throat, the hammerhead pressure, the loss of appetite, the deadness that settles over your body and makes walking near-to impossible.
Yup, that's me right now.
In all my splendid glory.
And I'm quite miserable.
With myself being pregnant it'll take twice as long for me to recover. All I can do now is fortify myself with vitamin c, cough drops and make sure that tissues are always, always within reach.
Wish me luck.
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