Cough, cough, sneeze

Sorry I’ve been a little MIA as of late. I’m STILL battling with this miserable cold; it’s been sucking the life out of me. Though, today, I was pleased to find that my eyes are a little less puffy, so I don’t look like I got into a bar fight over the weekend.

It’s the little things.

I worked at the makeup store on Saturday, and by the time my shift was over, my voice was almost completely gone. No matter how hard I strained to make myself heard, my voice came out as a whisper.

On my way home, I stopped at a drug store to pick up some cough syrup. The store was mostly empty, but as I came to the end of an aisle and turned toward the pharmacy, a little boy, maybe around five-years-old, came tearing in a full sprint around the corner and nearly ran right into my leg.

I looked down at him and smiled. He looked up at me.

“Oops!” I exclaimed, in my raspy, troll voice. “Excuse me!”

Upon hearing my voice, his eyes got wide as saucers. Then, quickly, he turned around and ran away, yelling “Mommy! Mommy!”

I scared the daylights out of that poor kid!

I was kind of embarrassed that I scared him, so once I reached the pharmacy, I quickly grabbed a bottle of medicine and headed to the checkout lane.

As the man at the counter scanned the medicine, he asked, “How are you doing tonight?”

“I’m fine, thanks,” I answered him, my voice crackling.

He froze mid-bagging and looked at me. “DAMN, GIRL!” he said. “You sick or somethin’?”

Great. If a sicky can’t even go to the drug store without being judged, where can she go?

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