Tuesday, serous mucosa and sat with my cat.
So headed into work after having dosed up on Phenylephrine Hydrochloride (decongestant), caffeine and paracetamol, this morning. Asked to have a window opened on my carriage on the train just to be looked at as if I had suddenly suggested that everyone shave their heads and wear orange robes whilst eschewing all material goods. It continues to surprise me that people haven't got the basic idea that if you gather around 80+ people in an enclosed space without a decent bit of circulation then everyone is going to pick up whatever bugs are being generously donated by those of us with say, a cold.
Either way, I sniffed, sneezed and coughed my way through to Charing Cross. All the while keeping Kleenex in safe profit this financial quarter. Hoofed it up the Strand and made it into work. Only to be looked at by my boss who in a fit of self-preservation told me to get the hell home and come in late tomorrow. I think it may have also had something to with the follow on meeting with insurers and others scheduled for this afternoon. That and the fact that all it would take is someone making some dumb ass comment followed by me biting their head off.
The problem with colds is that they aren't that debilitating. They are however really irritating, give me a nice dose of influenza any day. I just feel like a cheat not working when all that is wrong with me is that my nose is producing vast quantities of serous mucosa and my eyes are watering, along with the occasional cough. Admittedly I understand the issues of passing diseases around and why that isn't the best of ideas, but the entire thing is it feeds into the bollocks that constantly runs around about “Man Flu”. There was a remarkably irritating advert that was shown not that long ago about a woman juggling, literally juggling, her life including the obviously demeaning image of some bloke with a cold apparently incapable of, well, anything above breathing. It just pisses me off.
So I'm back home now, typing with a bottle of Shiraz, a large furry feline and the West Wing on DVD. Later on, assuming I stay awake I'll start dragging out some images of archipelagos for Amber and writing a load of plot debris for some nasty little players I seem to like for no good reason. Oh and of course updating my CV.
Soupy twist one and all.
Oh Yeah in great news --- Steve Jones is weighing at the Royal Society tonight in what I am sure is going to be a humdinger of a rebuttal to those creationist loons out there. The Register is running as a web link so hop on and watch. Steve is an excellent speaker and at least not quite as jaded as Dawkins.