As I said in the Swedish blog...
It's official, I got a cold.
I knew it.
But you know how brave I am, no one hardly notice it, except for the friends I called with my voice sounding like I was one step from the grave.
They didn't sound like they understood how serious this situation were, in fact, many of them said "Well, I got to go now" or "Sorry to hear, but now I have to shave the cat."
I mean, it's not like I am a hypochondriac something, but I do believe a cold should be taken serious, I also believe that a lot of chocolate and good food would improve my health situation.
I also do believe I could benefit from seeing my friends faces for a short while, maybe 20 minutes meanwhile they cook for me, do the dishes and make me coffee.
It also gives them an opportunity to exercise, since I live on this hill.
But do you think they sound thankful for me giving them this opportunity to feel like they are actually doing something with their lives?
It's hard to be such a brave person like I am.
Maybe I should call my guy too right now, and tell him how sick I am, the only thing that bothers me is that he beat me to it, when coming to having a cold. I almost (just almost) are willing to say that he sounded worse than me.
But just almost.