I've yet to start writing my ficlet...

Strangely, I'm not panicing yet. Possibly because I'm medicated up to my ears with things I can't even pronounce.

I hate being sick, especially with a common cold. At least if it were something serious I'd know why I'm expending all this energy (that I don't seem to have in the first place) on getting better. It seems a lot of effort for something as insignificant as a common cold, although right now I might disagree. My nose is running non-stop which means I'm running on empty. Sleep? Abstract concept - even more than it usually is.

I shall get around to writing as soon as you no longer need a surgeon to separate that tissue from my nose.