I can't sleep, and it's pissing me off. I've had a cold for ten days now, and I've resorted to "sleeping" on the couch because of my incessant hacking.
For the most part, I'm a pretty optimisitc person. An old friend who I hadn't talked to in awhile sent me a message this week on Facebook asking me about my diagnosis. I told him that I'd been diagnosed with breast cancer but expected to be cancer-free by early next year. He wrote back saying he was so glad they'd caught it early and happy to hear the prognosis, which left me wondering if I'm being too positive or not taking this disease seriously enough. Chris pointed out he wouldn't want me to approach it any other way.
So it wasn't my proudest moment when I started crying the other morning, complaining through snot-filled sobs that I didn't want to be sick anymore. Ironically, I meant this darn cold, not the cancer. (Although I'd be happy if both were gone!) Chemo got you down? Nope, but I'll be damned if I can't deal with a common COLD.
To be fair, my cold has turned into laryngitis, so it's a special kind of nasty bug. In addition to not being able to sleep, now I can't speak either. And watch out when a Campisano loses the ability to converse.
Maybe this cold is the universe's way of telling me that I need to bring a little piss and vinegar to this fight right now. Well guess what? It's already been broughten.