ExcruciatingDetailYou are on the archive wiki. The new wiki is here. I don't know why I'm sick. I'm mean, it's not as if I've been eating badly, or sleeping badly, or lacking in exercise or even been all that stressed. I've been fine. Maybe better than fine, perhaps even good. I've also been throwing anti-oxidants and the occasional iron and Vit. C supplement down my throat too. Apparently none of this is proof agains spending 45 minutes every morning stuffed into a metal tube breathing air that's passed through thousands of other lungs - and that's just the morning. Don't forget the return journey too. So much later in the day, so many more lungs. It started with a sneeze. It was an almighty sneeze, especially for 2am in the morning and the fact that in the instant it occured I went from fast-asleep to wide-awake. I tried not to think to much of it, but swallowed a Vitamine C tablet anyway, just in case. However, it was the harbinger of doom, and upon waking this morning it seems that a steady stream of sneezes, most smaller, some greater, have followed it to wrack my now deeply offended sinuses. No, it's not hayfever. Trust me. I know my hayfever and I know my colds. In fact, I know them so well that I can now predict with almost prophetic accuracy what the next few days will be like. I will spend the rest of today feeling miserable, blowing my nose every few minutes, gluping water and wishing that there was a way to amputate my sinuses and actually be able to still breath and taste. I would wonder how I could possible feel worse, except that I know tommorow will show me. I'll sleep badly tonight, having dosed myself to the gills with medication only to wake up five hours later round 3am when it wears off. I'll sleep again and wake up the next tmorning early since I'm no longer able to breath. The next day wil be awful, unable to breath or concentrate, I'll roam the house or office being incapable of much productive, wishing I could just go back to sleep! But I can't, because when I lie down the nasal asphixiation gets worse and my throat and glads are too sore to allow me to spend much time beathing through my mouth. I'll wish that my nose were running again, since that would be a pleasure in comparison. By the third day I'll be grumpy, but somewhat better. Oh, I'll still have a half blocked nose, and feel terrible from top to bottom. I'll wish that I didn't have to go to work, but I will. Over the next few days I'll gradually feel human again, but there's a 50% chance that the persnasal drip will have given me a throat infection and I'll spend ten days coughing until it too gradually diminishes and lets me be once more. Now, anyone who's getting ready to comment that maybe if I weren't so pessimistic and didn't expect it to run that way with such great faith, well, then perhaps it wouldn't and I would get better, I have two words for you: "reverse psychology". Except mine's more like "reverse mythology" - I believe by saying the worst I'll prevent it from happening - kind of like the opposite of not telling people what you wished for. So ha! That's for all of you who think I just have a pessimistic streak. Ha! Bah humbug. Comment: God bless up, every one. (by AndieMoore? on 2005-04-27 21:28:00)Stay away from my Bah Humbug! If you want to try an incredibly painful cure: boil water, put it in a pot mixed with about a teaspoon of vicks vaporub. Then your head and the bowl with a towel and breathe. It'll hurt like fuck, but hey, it works for me. Think of it as mainlining vicks. That is, of course, if they have vicks or equivalent. Comment: Re: God bless up, every one. (by LothrielPixie? on 2005-04-28 12:51:32)Yep, they have vicks. I am in fact subsisting on Vicks medinite (tastes like Sambuca - revolting beyond words) and this nifty litte 'vicks stick' which you put to your nose and inhale from. However what doesn't seem to help is the fact that now tat the gates are down I've managed to catch influenza on top of the cold. Joy! I'm off to the doctor's this afternoon, although the appointment was arranged long ago and has nothing to do with my current illness. The irony of it all. |