Dear cold meds,
I’m not one of those girls who are all “meh, I’ll get over this cold soon enough, with or without medication”. Meds: gimme, gimme, gimme.
You know what I love (almost as much as I love, you, of course), breathing. And being able to swallow without the feeling of razor blades being shoved down my esophagus. And talking without a huge ball of phlegm lodged somewhere between my sinuses and the back of my throat (tmi? sorry. it wasn’t pleasant for me either). I also adore not having the chills while sweating buckets, not having a dull headache for 45 hours, and sleeping more than 2 hours in a row.
If I had a Valentine to smooch tomorrow, cold meds, I would credit all my health to you. You’ve been good to me. High fives.
Also, I’m a one love kinda girl. Usually. Don’t hold it against me that it took 6 different cold meds to really cure me. Each of you were special in your own way.
Big (germ-free) hugs and pre-Vday kisses to all of you.
ps: If there is a mystery Valentine up for some smooching tomorrow, my breath smells like a mix of cough syrup and halls. That’s sexy, right?