Ever slept with a sickness for a night and then wake up the next morning hoping that your cold is gone only to find that no, its severity has increased by tenfold?!

If you're wondering why my question is so specific, the chances that I'm going through this now are very very VERY high.

It hurts to the extent where it's painful. The fact that the previous sentence made no sense whatsoever serves as evidence of how much pain I'm in.

There's a numbing throb in my head that dulls my other senses. Even my hearing is muffled. Oh wait, that's probably because I'm wearing noise-cancelling headphones and not playing any music. Oops.

I should probably play some music right now so excuse me for a second.

I'm back. Of course for you, it would seem like I never left, and that thought makes me a little happy.

I love music. Music heals. Music is universal. Music makes you feel without really saying anything. People who have qualms against listening to music of languages they don't understand truly don't know what they're missing out on.

If you're wondering what song I'm listening to, it's a secret. Well, at least, for now.

I'm so sick, I started this off as an attempt to vent my frustration at being sick and it turned into a discussion about music. Well, a one-sided discussion I guess.

So back to topic.

My throat feels like sandpaper and no matter how much water I drink, there's no moisture. Every time I swallow, it constricts in the most painful of ways. I'm using that word a lot, but it hurts so how can you blame me?

My nose is also blocked and I'm breathing through my mouth, but what's new in that? That's normal for a person with cold.

Anyway, you probably don't want to hear about my trials through this time of sickness so let's go off topic, not that I didn't do it before, but this time it's official. But are we really going off topic when I announce it beforehand?

You know what? You should just excuse whatever I ramble because of my befuddled mind. I apologise for the confusing nonsense that pours out of my head. I am sick after all. A nice hot bowl of soup could do some real good at this point. Mom, are you reading this? Where's my soup?

It's ironic that I don't really go off topic when I plan to. Well, that's life for you.

My head really hurts now and I don't want to dump all that pain on you in the form of words so I'm going to end this here.

Oh, by the way, I was listening to Everglow by Coldplay.