snotty

Being sick is never fun, but just how unfun it can be is only now dawning upon me. I've had the hacking cough, the stinging eyes and head full of snot before. I've put my back out before, rendering myself all but immobile and meaning I have to roll onto my hands and knees before gingerly (add own jokes) pushing and pulling myself to my feet. None of that is fun; never has been, never will be. But worse than all that is thinking I cannot pick up, hug and kiss or feed my little lady for fear of passing back to her the cold she passed to me. Again. It is all the harder to deal with now she is 14months old and, first thing each morning, or when she gets back from daycare, or pretty much anytime she sees me, with a big gappy grin, she comes in for a snuggle. Or she sits at my feet and thrusts her arms upwards to let me know she'd like to be picked up. Or she leans in and puckers up for kisses. Its all a bit bullshit really. Don't care about the cough and the snot and the other stuff any more. It could be ever-so-slightly worse I suppose, if dogs and people had the same colds. At least dumb and dumber seem immune to my biological weaponry.