Earlier in the week, the namby-pamby can't-make-its-mind-up cold made my throat all scratchy, so I dug through my desk drawer and found a cough drop. I don't know why I had a cough drop, because I don't really like them and don't really use them, but my desk drawer is like that. It's almost magic. Need a cough drop? It's in the drawer. Lose a button? There's bound to be at least one sewing kit in the drawer. Accidentally poke yourself in the eye and cry off all your makeup on one side leaving you looking like Alex from a Clockwork Orange? (Not that I'm speaking from experience or anything) Odds are there's mascara in the drawer.
In any case, I found a cough drop, and there were messages printed on the wrapper. Inspirational messages. That said things like, Get back in there, champ and Don't waste a precious minute and Put your game face on.
Don't be coy, cough drop. I mean, why not just go ahead and say what you're really thinking? Suck it up, wimp. Get over it, loser. Quit whining, you big baby.
The last thing I need when I'm feeling lousy is someone telling me I don't feel lousy enough. Even when I've only got a half-cold. You know what messages I want to hear when I need a cough drop? You need a nap. Put your feet up. Take the rest of the day off. Why not sit by the fire with a nice cup of tea?
Show a little sympathy, cough drop. Or I'll clean out my desk drawer.