Or even eyes sore. Both of them. For once again this lovely January I have a cold.
A proper eyes sore, nose running, sore kidneys, no energy, coughing lumps, why me three times in a month let alone a year cold.
Such is my dismay and feeling of incredulity that tonight’s run was to Tesco for some medicine. Only on a very rare occasion do I take things for ailments that will get better by themselves but since this cold seems to have not left my system all month, I’m giving my drug of choice a go.
When I was 21 and first joined a site management team and fell ill halfway through the day and Ray Jones (great site manager, very funny, best arguments with a surveyor (Mark Bausola) ever regarding which generation of builders ruined building, him stating the young generation ie. Mark; Mark stating it was ruined by Ray’s lot who spoilt it with the tricks that lead to the boasting in regard to rip off theories that gave rise to the argument that it wasn’t like it used to be…it went on for months every time Mark came out. Unfortunately Ray died of cancer three years before he was due to retire; Mark died of several massive heart attacks that made him a vegetable for six months before he went at the ripe old age of 42. Neither seems very fair. But it never does.) gave me a Beechams Powder which made me feel like superman for about 3 hours which I considered a miracle, I’ve resorted to them in hours of need.
I know now that Beechams are vivisectionists and probably should find a better way of doing research, but if the bunnies and beagles feel half as good as I do after a dose of their medicine, I honestly don’t think they’ll be complaining. And if they do, I’m sure a good hair-wash in some new shampoo and another cigarette will make them feel happier about life when their next test is due. (For those of a sensitive nature, I promise that paragraph is an attempt at a joke. I’ll get my coat.)
So the run was a slightly extended route to the shop, the run back a slightly extended route on that coupled to much coughing and spluttering and the overall distance was a pathetic 2 miles.
Powder consumed and fluids downed and I almost feel human. Once I’ve put the washing away and had a coffee, a relatively early night will hopefully allow another Janathon exploit tomorrow.
1878.49 miles to go.
Bleurgh.
