As you might have noticed I haven't been in the mood to blog lately because....I can't breath good.
For the past week and a half I've been fighting off a really nasty cold (is there such a thing as a nice cold?) , and at this point it's safe to say I lost the battle. Frenchboy clearly passed his nasty-ass French germs onto me with his French-kisses at some point. Luckily I managed to stock up on cold medicines while he had the cooties last month. Unfortunately for me, he finished off all of my good American cold medicine and left me to suffer with Humex.
If you live in France (or any EU country for that matter) you already are probably good friends with Humex, or have at least had it pushed on you once at the pharmacy. I swear everytime I go in there I come out with Humex even if I went in for band-aids. So anyway, my cold sucks. Once the sore throat went away last week I was left with a dry hacking cough so violent that it shakes the entire bed and wakes up FrenchBoy 3-4 times a night. And the oddest part is, I only seem to actually feel sick from 9 in the evening until about 9 in the morning. The rest of the time I don't exactly feel like running a marathin, but I can at least breath without going into spasms. If anyone has a theory on why this is so, please do share. Also I need a Doctor in Metz, find me one while you're at it.
So there. I'll be back to my normally bloggy self when I'm feeling a bit better. Untill then I'll be taking donations for my mouchoir* fund.