Bleaurgh
Having foolishly drawn the attention of the cyber-gods to the fact I was feeling fairly chipper in general at the end of last week, Nemesis has predictably descended in the shape of a stinking head cold. I've spent the last 4 days feeling as though someone's poured concrete into my skull, my sinuses ache, and my nose is red raw from being blown every two minutes.
Given how sarcastic I always am about Male Colds and their apparent proximity to life-threatening illness, the Resident Geek has been both solicitous and forebearing, and keeps offering to make me peppermint tea. About half the time he actually gets all the way through the process of boiling the kettle, brewing the tea *and* bringing it to me without getting fatally distracted by Someone Being Wrong On The Internet, too.
I'm torn between my usual Granny Weatherwax-like refusal to acknowledge the cold at all, on the grounds that paying it attention will only encourage it, and wishing RL/work/small children/the universe would temporarily disappear so that I could give up and crawl into bed for three days. Feeling thoroughly sorry for myself, humph.
Given how sarcastic I always am about Male Colds and their apparent proximity to life-threatening illness, the Resident Geek has been both solicitous and forebearing, and keeps offering to make me peppermint tea. About half the time he actually gets all the way through the process of boiling the kettle, brewing the tea *and* bringing it to me without getting fatally distracted by Someone Being Wrong On The Internet, too.
I'm torn between my usual Granny Weatherwax-like refusal to acknowledge the cold at all, on the grounds that paying it attention will only encourage it, and wishing RL/work/small children/the universe would temporarily disappear so that I could give up and crawl into bed for three days. Feeling thoroughly sorry for myself, humph.