Sick on sick

This post should have been about how excited I am to return to work next week and how fortunate I am to really like my job. Or perhaps about how my psychiatrist and I are both optimistic, and can't see any reason not to be, that the ECT has really worked and I'll be well for a sustained period of time. Or even about how I bought new mascara and new underwear from Target then took myself to a movie the other day, and how it takes precious little for me to feel like I'm really treating myself. Or even Mother's Day, I'd post about Mother's Day.
But this post will not be about any of those things.
Because I have a cold.

These are the rules (well, my rules) when I have a cold; nothing else matters or exists except for the cold and all the shitty symptoms that come from it. So right now I really don't care about all the mothers who had breakfast in bed - I'm drowning in my own mucous. I cannot spare a thought for what going back to work will be like - my sinuses have expanded into my eye sockets. I'm not even really aware that I'm bipolar anymore - I just coughed up something that looks a lot like a pancreas.

Today I shouldn't have even bothered blogging, I should have used my computer for the sole useful purpose it has today; allowing me to watch Doctor Who in bed. Yep. That's what I'm going to be doing until further notice. I'll see you on the other side of this cold. (If I make it.)