Shed a tear for me

I went to bed last night with a slight runny nose, so I took a Benadryl so I could slip into blissful sleep. Yea. That didn't happen.

At midnight I woke up with a sore throat and sweating. Guhreat. I was up every half hour, waffling between not being able to empty the snot and not being able to stand the stinging of air against my scratched to hell esophagus.

I made it to 8am and decided to have a milkshake for breakfast. I think I need to do that more. Awesome.

If you hear a scream it's because I have run out of tissues.....