Made it in on time, a little early in fact, then…
So not much of a productive day, really. I hate bloody colds.
At this rate I’ll be writing posts about the future before too long.
Blehhhh.
Came in, because frankly I’d rather be ill at work than ill at home. That, and I have too much to do.
First thing that happened this morning: turn around to the guy behind me, he tells me I look like shit, I say I’m ill, and then he goes one better by saying he spent part of the previous week coughing up blood… and that he is allergic to practically all antibiotics.
Suddenly I feel like I should be sitting here in a hyperbaric chamber for his sake.
In the interest of living up to the category of this post, I should also mention that I’ve been on a continuous cycle of water-toilet-water all day, like I’m a human camel… and that I have a small pile of used tissues in front of me. From my nose.
I’m ill. Bleh.
Throat’s sore, nose is blocked, achy. I know I got it from my partner in crime, Spaff, so it’s virulent - he was starting to come down with it yesterday.
As my wife will tell you with much relish, I don’t get sick too often, and when I do, it’s usually not that serious - in other words, I’m back on my feet quickly. Whatever I’ve got here (some sort of cold) is made worse, though, by a lingering eye infection which just won’t quit and a couple of other long-term ailments afflicting this ageing body.
So yeah, as I sit here with a growing pile of tissues, having just swallowed down some horrendous ‘grapefruit seed extract’ concoction and blinking periodically as my eye weeps, I feel fairly sorry for myself.
Boo-hoo.
