Sick

I hate being sick.  It's like I got hit by a train and my usually energetic self is pushed aside and life is put on hold.  I have a nose like Rudolph and have turned into a mouth-breather.  I have already gone through a number of boxes of Kleenex and I don't see an end in sight (of mucus, that is!).  It certainly reminds me of the fact that I have lived most of my life in relatively good health and take that foregranted too often.