Today I have literally been walking through treacle to get anything written. I managed to pull together a new version of my CV and send it to a couple of people, but beyond that I have felt dizzy, tired and listless... why? I have a sodding cold.
I know men always complain of ‘man flu’ but after a night of restless sleep, night sweats, a hacking cough waking me up and a day of blocked sinuses, I can understand what the concern is.
I find it extremely difficult to order my thoughts when I’m gunged up. I don’t know why. I know people who’d hardly bat an eyelid at the onset of a cold, but I simply cease to function properly. My thoughts become sticky, my speech becomes loose and every little gripe becomes heart attack annoying. Not fun.
I become more like an old man when I have a cold. I slow down, I find fault in things and I feel very sorry for myself. The only solace I get from times like this are the posters on the underground which display how germs can carry from person to person through that wonderfully vivid green paint strewn about all over the place. I hide a wry smile thinking I don't have to worry any more, I already have it. All the holier than thou commuters surrounding me will soon be like me. Only worse. One hopes. Oh the malicious side that rears its head when ill.
As a result I just about managed to type out my previous blog (which was like following a mirage in the dessert with no water and only a blow heater for company) and this one is more of a footnote to my annoyance. One thing that I love about blogging is that you can share your thoughts and opinions without having to share your germs.
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