SUCH AN AWFUL COLD

July 5, 2020

That morning,John woke up and all the first symptoms were there : a sore throat,a splitting headache,a weird burning sensation/a vague tickle in his nose.

"Ugh,marvellous!

Here we go again!"

He said to himself (slowly pronouncing a word at a time),rolling his eyes whilst sighing in defeat.

He'd always been one of those people who get ill all the time : he didn't remember a year in which he didn't catch a cold/the flu at least once.

Furthermore,3 days earlier he'd visited his little brother and he was sneezing and coughing all over the place (as he was obviously suffering from a very bad cold,despite denying it),so he knew it was only a matter of time until he would come down with a cold as well.

Well,that day had arrived and he'd realised his time had come.

He wasn't that congested yet,but he WAS already a bit sniffly and all the warning signs were there,including the fatigue : he felt very weak and he just couldn't get out of bed.

He didn't have a temperature,but his headache made him feel dizzy and confused and his throat was so sore that he struggled to swallow anything.

He sniffled lightly and sighed deeply before finally managing to get up.

He went to the kitchen,stifled a yawn and barely succeeded in making his own breakfast,having to deal with that awful migraine.

He didn't feel like eating anything so he just had a cup of English tea he had filled with honey,hoping it could soothe his poor throat.

As he took the cup out of the microwave,he inhaled the steam coming from the boiling hot tea and started drinking it,enjoying its unbelievable warmth : why was he so f***ing cold?

Was his temperature rising?

He went to the loo and got a glimpse of himself in the mirror : he looked terribly pale and it was really obvious that he was feeling under the weather.

Throughout the day,his nose got more and more congested and runny,until he had to wipe it relentlessy with a tissue and blow it AN AWFUL LOT.

By that night,he was a sniffly,snotty mess and he knew the sneezes were coming.

His colds were always like that : first came the sore throat,the searing headache and the tickly nose,then the sniffles and the sneezes and,last but not least,the appalling congestion (which settled in his nose for weeks,leaving him breathing through his mouth like a bloody fish).

At about 9:00 p.m.,his flatmate Jack came back home and immediately noticed that John was not feeling well. "Hi Jack! How was your day?? *sniff* *sniff*" asked John,opening the door,sniffling wetly and wiping his dripping nose with a tissue,in a hoarse voice : he hadn't realised how bad he sounded until that moment.

"Hi mate! You sound terrible! What's the matter with you? Do you have a cold?"

John nodded his head,his nose buried in a tissue,blowing it as gently as possible,one nostril at a time : despite really trying to keep it quiet,he ended up making a really wet,gross noise.

He felt SOOO embarrassed as he still didn't know Jack that well and he absolutely LOATHED blowing his nose in front of people,especially "strangers" (or nearly strangers anyway).

"Ugh,sounds like you're pretty stuffed up there! I'm sorry man,get better soon!"

"Thanks,pal!"

Exclaimed John,coming to realise how ridiculously congested he sounded and how he just couldn't pronounce m's and n's at all.

He sniffled thickly and blew his nose again,then quickly changed the subject,attempting to sound normal despite knowing his misery was blatantly obvious : "So,shall I turn on the telly?",he asked.

And there it was,he could feel it,the first sneeze of many caused by what would turn out to be an awful cold : he tilted his head backwards,his breath hitching like crazy,as if his body was preparing to let out the sneeze in full force.

He hardly managed to catch it in a tissue (he didn't want his flatmate to get sick too,so he did his best to cover his nose and mouth when he sneezed or coughed).

"HATSHOOO!!!"

That HUGE,messy sneeze made him bend forward,as if his whole body had been shaken by its incredible force.

It had hurt his scratchy throat and his nose,already all chapped and red from all the blowing.

"Bless you,man!

Blimey! That sounded strong!"

Exclaimed Jack,chuckling.

"Thank you,mate! It was!"

He said,after clearing his throat,laughing nervously.

He kept sneezing all night but he really didn't want to wake Jack up (who was sleeping in the room next to his),so he had to stifle quite a lot : stifling was bloody painful when he was ill and also extremely hard,as his sick sneezes were soo loud and powerful.

He was getting stuffier and stuffier from all the sneezing,so he also needed to blow his nose literally the WHOLE time,but he had to be quiet and it was sooo annoying.

He didn't sleep AT ALL that night and the next morning he was KNACKERED.

AND THAT'S IT FOR TODAY!

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Edited July 5, 2020 by Zumil4702

July 8, 2020

The next morning John woke up with a full-blown head cold : his throat didn't hurt as much as it did the previous day,but his nose was COMPLETELY blocked (he wasn't able to breathe through it at all) and he couldn't stop sneezing.

His sneezes were incredibly wet and messy but,in spite of that,it seemed like he just couldn't get rid of the ridiculous congestion that had settled in his sinuses,so all that utterly overwhelming sneezing just made him even snottier and more miserable.

His poor,stuffy nose was soo red at that point that he could have been easily mistaken for a clown,his eyes were surrounded by huge black circles due to the lack of sleep and he looked simply DREADFUL,as if his death was imminent.

He was woken by a MASSIVE sneezing fit : "HASSHOOOOO!!!! HAXXXXSSSHHOOO!!! HATCHOOO!!! HATXXXXCH!!! HATSSSH!"

The sneezes sounded so powerful and yet desperate and tired at the same time ; he'd tried to stifle the last ones but that attempt turned out to be a complete failure. When he was sick his sneezes could not be stifled since doing it was too hard and painful,as they were always SOOO strong.

He sighed in relief after letting those mighty sneezes out and grabbed a handful of fresh tissues from his bedside table : he gave his nose a long,gurgly,wet and productive blow which seemed to slightly relieve his congestion for a while. Unfortunately,after a few minutes,both his nostrils were completely filled with thick,sticky snot again : John sniffled deeply,desperately (and uselessly) trying to clear his nasal passages.

He opened his eyes after blowing his nose again and looked at the ceiling,feeling sorry for himself : his head was spinning,he felt weak as a kitten and absolutely exhausted.

He felt cold and hot at the same time,so he probably had a fever : he grabbed a thermometer from a drawer and checked his temperature. He had a fever indeed,although it wasn't that high,so it most definitely was not a case of the flu,but just a pretty nasty cold.

His flatmate knocked on his door,asking : "Hey mate,I'm going to University,are you coming with me?"

John cleared his throat and replied in a super congested tone : "Do,I'b sick *sniff*,I'b dot cobig today,have a dice day!! HATCHOO!!!"

"Bless you!! Man,you sound awful!

Get better soon!

See ya!"

"Thadgs,see you sood!"

As Jack left,John blew his nose and then tried to get some sleep despite feeling under the weather.

July 8, 2020

I enjoyed this 😁

July 26, 2020

About an hour later, John woke up being even more congested: his nostrils were COMPLETELY clogged,his brain was fuzzy and he still had a terrible headache.

Not only that, he had developed a relentless, annoying tickle in his nose that made his breath hitch, but the sneezes just wouldn't come out, so he had a constant pre-sneeze face.

He sighed in despair and sniffled thickly, staring at his mobile phone with his lips slightly parted: the sniff was pretty useless, though, as it didn't help clear his awkwardly stuffed nose at all.

He couldn't breathe through it, so he was forced to keep his mouth open.

All of a sudden, a stuck sneeze started teasing him and, after a while, it finally came out: "AAAAASHHOOOO".

Since he was alone, the sneeze was uncovered and it had sprayed snot EVERYWHERE, especially on the screen of his phone: when he opened his eyes, he winced and groaned at the mess he'd made and rushed to clean it all up with a tissue.

He then grabbed another tissue and proceeded to blow his nose, since that almighty sneeze had made him even more stuffed up: it turned out to be an extremely loud, productive, wet blow, which literally destroyed the tissue.

John glanced at the poor tissue and sniffled lightly, sighing in misery.

Then his girlfriend texted him: "Hey good morning honey, where are you? Why aren't you at school?"

"Hi babe, good morning.

I'm sick. I feel so poorly that I don't want to anything."

"AWWW I'm so sorryyyy, you should've told me! I'd love to look after you, I could've skipped class!"

"Don't worry about me, it's just a bit of a cold..."

"Well, you shouldn't neglect it, I heard it could turn into pneumonia if you don't treat it! So,don't you dream of moving and get loads of rest!"

"Ok baby, have a nice day!"

"Thanks, now I have to go. Feel better!"

July 26, 2020

Ooo I hope Jack catches it and denies and hides it from John! I enjoy this!

August 1, 2020

Despite telling his girlfriend it was just "a bit of a cold",he had a REALLY BAD cold and felt like crap.

The congestion was awful and he just couldn't stop sneezing.

His snot was getting thicker and thicker,so blowing his nose was utterly useless,his sneezes were getting more and more frequent and he was starting to develop a pretty bad cough as well.

He felt gross and extremely contagious,which he was.

By the end of the day,he had run out of tissues so he was coughing and sneezing everywhere,using his hands to cover the incredible amount of mess his sneezes produced.

Also,having no tissues left,he couldn't even blow his nose and he was sniffling all the time,forcing all the snot back into his sinuses.

"ASSHHHHOOO!!!" He sneezed and sneezed,and almost every time a string of thick mucus would come out of his snotty nostrils,until he grew tired of sniffing and went to the bathroom to fetch some toilet paper and finally giving his nose a proper blow.

He grabbed a bit of toilet paper,cupped it around his nose and blew strongly : a stream of thick,yellow/green snot came out,making a gurgly sound,which then became a honk when the mucus had come out. In spite of this,he felt as congested as he was before,since his nostrils were still completely stuffed up and he just couldn't breathe.

Not only that,the toilet paper was so rough that it made his nose all chapped and irritated,even more than tissues.

The irritation made his relentless tickle worse,making him sneeze more.

Right after blowing his nose,a sneeze started threatening to get out and John barely managed to stifle it into his hands : "HHAAAGGTTXX". Stifling was not a good idea : the pressure made him dizzy as he opened his eyes and almost fell forwards from the force of that powerful sneeze.

He washed his hands,which were filthy after all those sneezes.

He went back to bed,his head pounding and aching AN AWFUL LOT.

He immediately fell asleep,in spite of the horrible congestion and the bad headache.

Suddenly,he was woken by the doorbell ringing : somehow,he managed to get up and open the door.

It was his girlfriend,with 2 tissue boxes and a bowl of soup : he immediately wanted to hug her,but then withdrew when he recalled he was probably (well,surely I'd say) still very contagious and (obviously) he didn't want to get her sick.

He almost startled in amazement when she placed all the stuff she'd brought on the kitchen table and hugged him.

"Babe I'b sick,what are you doig?"

"Hon,I don't care!

Besides,it's just a cold,it's not the end of the world,is it?"

"It's dot pleasadt,though... *sniff*"

He admitted in defeat,sniffling wetly.

"AWWW,POOR BABYYY,you sound so congested!!"

She hugged him again and he finally surrendered to the warmth of his girlfriend's affection,returning her loving hug.

He sat on a chair and reluctantly ate the soup her girl had made for him (not that he didn't like it,but his nose was so stuffed up that he couldn't smell/taste anything and he just wasn't hungry).

The boiling soup certainly could slightly relieve his unbelievable congestion but it made his nose soooo runny he had to blow it every 2 seconds.

Now his blows were more productive and wet/gurgly sounding as the soup had loosened the snot a tiny bit.

His girlfriend stayed beside him talking,hugging and kissing him all the time.

He loved spending time with her and her loving words made him feel better,even though he still felt ill and miserable af and he was afraid she would get sick too.

He tried so hard not to sneeze/cough,but then realised he just couldn't help it and gave in,trying to catch everything in the tissues she had kindly provided.

Unfortunately,she had to leave relatively early to go home and study for her exam.

Jack came back home late at night,after hanging out with his mates,drinking A LOT and getting literally WASTED.

August 1, 2020