Sick of Being Sick

I somehow managed to maintain a hideous cold for about a week.
Day after day I'd blow my nose about every two minutes. Day after day I went to school and would empty my nose every hour and a half because I was too embarassed to blow it in class. Day after day I returned home with rash-like dry skin on my nose from the school tissues that are actually sandpaper in disguise.

The routine was getting a bit dreary.

On Thursday night I had one of those days where one little thing happens and everything in life comes crashing down on you. I sat on the couch facing my mother who rocked my niece in the rocking chair. I randomly started crying for not any particular reason which is where the picture above comes from. . . that was probably less than twenty minutes worth of tissues. My nose was having a spazz attack.
I ranted on to my mother about the woes of life and all of the people I miss. At the end I sputtered, "Mom... I'm sick of being sick!"

The next week we had planned to have solo auditions in choir... I couldn't sing for my life and began to panic. Each day of choir I crossed my fingers, hoping and almost praying we wouldn't give out all the solos. Things worked out and the solo try-outs are still being procrastinated as we speak.

Today was a day of glory and not once during the school day did I need to blow my nose. It was a miricle and I'm looking forward to the weekend.