Just A Cold

It's just a cold, I told myself. My tonsils were a little inflamed, doing their job of getting the virus there rather than further down, and my nose was a bit runny. Nothing too bad.

I told myself that even as it got worse and worse, as soon I was just moving back and forth between the bathroom, my bed, and my sofa where the air-conditioning was.

It was just a cold, I swore to myself, when I finally decided I needed to go to the doctor's. I never made it.

Because I crashed the car while blowing my nose.