...starve a fever, or is it the other way around?
Charlie came down with a cold on Christmas Day (gee, thanks Santa) and now he has kindly gifted it to me.
My head is stuffed with 400 gallons of fluid, and my teeth hurt.
My ears are plugged and my throat feels like it has been sanded raw.
All I want is a cup of hot tea and my new 'mink' blankie my mom gave us.
But end of year accounting awaits. I wonder how accurate I will be?
Please send me your cold survival tips-right now I am headed for a hot steamy shower.