Die.
Honestly, I feel like dying for the first couple of days. Then for the next few days, I wish I had died. Then finally I feel like maybe, just maybe I could survive.
I hate summer colds. Well, I hate any colds, but summer colds seem to be the worst for me. There are few meds I can take for any kind of relief b/c I have high blood pressure. I hate sore throats, I hate not being able to breathe through my nose. And I really hate the stupid cough that comes at the end of a cold (at least my colds). I always feel like I'm going pee my pants if I have to cough one more time. (sorry) That darn cough can last for two weeks or more; I think it's because I smoked 2 packs a day for almost 20 years and now I have to pay the price for my stupidity. The cough makes my voice dry and raspy.
I had called into work one time for two days because of a really bad cold. The third day, I called in the morning and said I'd try to come in at lunch time and work the afternoon. Around 10 or so, my boss called and said that with the voice I had, I should just stay home....he didn't want me in the office. Bless his heart; I was still feeling crappy and the last thing I wanted to do was go into work. Colds tend to hit me big time.
I complain. A lot.