Sore throat

I have a sore throat - its my own darn fault for ceaseless chatter I guess.
Its really raw and scratchy, gross. . .

I wish that I could somehow coat it thick with honey - mmnnn, that would be lovely and quite soothing. Then again, I might end up chocking on the stickiness.

Why do colds always end so undignified? You feel like you are ninety, hacking up your lung, and your nose is like a drain pipe. You might as well just mummify your body with kleenex to avoid dripping.
Ugghhh. . .
I should go to bed, I have to work in the morning.
Ta Ta