All I Want for Christmas is Clear Sinuses

Sick with a nasty, lingering cold that makes me look like Second Shift, the red-nosed ER tech.

Congested though I may be, I have thus far resisted the urge to march down to the ED, cough at people for hours in the waiting room, and demand a Z-pack for my viral illness because my next-door neighbor's cousin's sister once recovered from a cold after getting antibiotics.

Instead I just stay home in misery, fighting antibiotic resistance one Kleenex at a time.