The Epitome of Yuckiness

I hate colds. I hate them with a passion. I am presently on my second cold for this winter. You feel so incredibly disgusting when you have one. And really, you are incredibly disgusting. For starters, you have a colored mass of blobs that is dying to explode out of your face but has no idea how to do it so it just sits there. Then, to try and get this colored mass out, you choke down this medicine which tastes like nothing pleasant even though it is supposedly citrus flavored. Next, it naturally follows that the colored mass will begin to flow from your face, which will require the use of much tissue. Said tissue will begin to overflow from your pockets, bags, and purses. It begins to pile and surround you like all of your rolling hills of dirty laundry. Not only is it the cause of a gargantuous mess, but it also tears, dries, and absolutely destroys the skin on your face. You're left with this redness and soreness that doesn't leave until you are long over the cold. No amount of lotion, cream, or goop can make it go away because you just use a tissue again right after you apply one of them. The effort is fruitless. Now, if it's a really bad cold there will also be the hacking up of your lungs and the feel a razor in your throat. When you breathe you feel as though you are breathing out death on all those around you. It would honestly be best if you could avoid all human contact when you contract this horror; however, you cannot because you still have to live your life.