Sore throat that developed yesterday still very much there. Not worse. Not better. Could be my masochistic imagination. Please, let it be that.
Bad cold my father’s been battling for the last 5 days is now in me. I’m not a germophobe, per se. I am just utterly terrified of coughing, tickles in my throat, hacking and hacking until I’m throwing up again and again. This is a gigantic, towering fear. Stupid but so freaking harrowing I’m trembling at just the thought.
My skull hurts. The cold is definitely in there. My father can’t stop coughing. I can’t stop trembling. This is all so embarrassing I just might die of humiliation…