And now I’ve got a cold
What the hell’s going on? Now I’ve gone and caught some nasty cold. All bunged up and snotty. Horrid mucus that seems to gather into a large, slimy ball at the back of my throat as I sleep the sleep of the cold-ridden and then shifts position when I move to the vertical in the morning. The shifting causes it to wobble about somewhere between my nose and throat and induce violent snot-gagging fits. No fun. Five minutes hawking, coughing, gagging and spitting in the morning. And the stuff that comes out. Jesus. [I'll just say "good morning" to all my lady readers at this stage. Quite the catch, girls, quite the catch].
What’s with all the sicknesses? I am the world’s sickliest man, all weak and feeble. It’s really only a matter of time before some Alpha-Blogger comes along with designs on my patch and usurps me in a clash of virtual antlers. I’ll have to skulk off, infirm and puny, as he pisses all over the place to mark his new territory and then prepares for the rutting.
‘Tis healthy to be sick sometimes? Fuck off Thoreau, not this often it’s not.
Stress-induces cold. Stress and worry and unhappiness all serve to reduce your immune system. Or it could be hayfever?
Comment by rockmother — Monday April 30, 2007 @ 11:44
Interesting, RM. Interesting. Maybe you’re onto something here. Makes sense. We’ll find out over the next few months of my sabbatical (which I’m hoping will be relatively stress free). Maybe I’ll make it an experiment.
Definitely not hayfever.
Comment by Trousers — Monday April 30, 2007 @ 16:23