I love this song by The Cranberries.
What I don’t love is the office cold, which is just lingering like some feral youth on the street. Being all up to no good and just generally causing nuisance.
Even when I think it’s gone it makes more comebacks than Michael Jordan. Not the highly successful Bulls kind of comeback, this is the Wizards multiplied by his attempt at baseball style comeback.
It has not even had the courtesy to develop into a full blown illness instead preferring to do the least it can to be annoying but not be affecting my outside visual appearance with the gamut of symptoms.
No runny nose, just a sniffle.
No cough, just a sound like clearing my throat for attention.
I feel slightly tired with an irritable throat but nothing worse. I should count my blessings as I don’t have anything on the SARS spectrum and hundreds of years ago the least worrying thing in my life would be the taste of the throat lozenge I am sacking. Blocked sinuses or leprosy?
It’s not the minor office cold that is the problem, it is the constant threat of an oncoming snot storm I can do nothing about. Like Pippin at Minas Tirith I am not I am more concerned that the battle is coming than the fight itself. To try and help any white blood cells I’m holding back, however it seems that my immune system is as effective as Congress trying to pass a budget (political satire) and has led to a shutdown at the body’s Centre for Disease Control (more political satire).
That’s how lazy I’m being. I’m just using the word satire even though it is completely inaccurate to describe a moan about the office cold as cutting edge commentary. Jon Stewart I’m not.
So as I sit in a car, waiting to spend eight hours in a hot office I can only hope that like last weekend this office cold flares up to ruin my days off.
At least that way I may rid myself of this infernal cold.