Ode to a head cold

Oh lovely congestion, mucousy and green,
Filling my nose for a week, like a stream.
Nose and tissue, constantly as one,
Skin rubbed raw, can you imagine the fun?
Ringing in plugged ears, a pleasant surprise,
Congestion wont leave me, morning, noon or nigh.
A kaleidoscope of colours from the pain in my head,
Headaches attack whilst I lie in my bed.
Seven days of hell, taking pills in vain,
When, oh when, will my sinuses drain.
Head cold, you are a bane on my existence!