Cold or Allergies?

Seriously. This time of year it's nearly impossible to tell. Without a real nasty wet cough, I tend to think allergies, however, periodic hot-flashes lead me to believe otherwise.
And right before Easter.
Jesus. (IRONIC EXPLATIVES)
I know EXACTLY what my mother is going to say.
"You're sick AGAIN? What is the MATTER with you? You are ALWAYS sick. You're not taking care of yourself."
And then she'll pause and realize
"And again with the holidays! You are either sick or on your period on the holidays. Jeeeeeeeeez!"

In other news, I had called for email silence with the ex. That lasted—2 days. It's pathetic really. But, to my credit, I no longer feel the angsty pull I once did. Now it's more of an attempt to compartmentalize my feelings for him into a DIFFERENT compartment altogether. And more bad memories continue to rear their ugly head, so I think I'm going to be ok.
I do know that of late, save time spent sick, I have been feeling more confident about things. Myself. Love. But not my hair. It needs badly to be cut.

There are not many worse things than not having proper tissue and having to blow one's nose with cheap work-supplied paper towel.
My nose hates me.
So bad.