Good News, Bad News

So the good news is that I'm no longer walking around permanently attached to a box of Kleenex and pounding cold medicine like there was no tomorrow. The bad news is that I'm still (and am starting to feel like I may be for the rest of my natural born life) sick. Seriously cold? That's ENOUGH. This congestion can scram. This cough can hit the road. This neverending fatigue and general malaise can beat it. I'm sick to death of feeling this way. Even worse? I'm sick of sleeping, if you can believe that. Now there's a sentence I never thought I'd say. Sleeping is usually one of my favorite past-times...now it's a misery. All that coughing and waking up. No, thank you. I'm done now, cold. You may leave. Don't let the door hit you on the way out.