are the worst.

I swear I’d rather have almost any other minor illness — headache, flu, etc. A head cold leaves me feeling useless. A head cold makes me feel like I ought to be able to rise above it and do something, but I can’t. It’s doubly frustrating — I’m sick and ticked off at myself for being sick.

Add in the difficulties it causes me with my sleep apnea (makes it difficult to use the CPAP device at night because my nose is stuffed), and the fact that I have to be extremely careful as to what meds I take because of cross interactions with some cold medicines and my psychiatric drugs, and a head cold becomes just a miserable experience with no real choice except to ride it out.

Today I missed Simone Beaubien’s feature at the Zodiac Cafe, an afternoon practice session with myainsel, and an evening practice session with farosfall. Grrrrr…

I’d better be relatively OK tomorrow, is all I have to say. I’m going to take Ambien now and some cold meds and pass out till the AM.

Again…Grr, I say, Grrrr.

Because it delivers unto me a mix such as the one I’ve been listening to:

U2 into Solas into Mike Doughty into Weezer into Don Omar (reggaeton for those unfamiliar) into Pink Floyd into Charlie Parker into Prince into Kris Delmhorst into Ani DiFranco into Ry Cooder/Manuel Galaban (mambo) into the Audio Bully’s remix of Nancy Sinatra doing “Bang Bang I Shot You Down” into the Stooges’ “Search and Destroy.”

Weird and wonderful in so many twisted ways.