A cold?

Nowhere To Blow

I’m all stuffed up
With nowhere to blow
This damned old cold
Just won’t let go

It’s been a week
With this stuffed up feeling
With my body always aching
And my head still reeling

After boxes of Kleenex
And dozens of pills
I still feel crummy
And now have the chills

My wife try’s to help
And feeds me hot soup
But I just keep sneezing
And feeling like poop

I don’t know if it’s a cold
Or a type of the flu
But I’m staying home
So I won’t contaminate you