Having a cold is awful

 I know this is the most obvious title of a blog post ever, but I believe it needs saying. Having a cold is awful... there you go I said it again.

Not only do you feel horrific- I can hardly breathe and my nose is as blocked as a u-bend after a certain character from Austin Powers has done his business, without the smell I hasten to add... see what I did there...- but you have to constantly react to people reliably informing me of the need to 'do a covid test... you know... just in case...'. Dear friend, even though I have done five or six covid tests over the past few days (all negative), I do actually know what a cold feels like having had a multitude of them over the past 37 years of my life. I can can attest that... THIS IS A COLD! 

Newsflash- there are actually other illnesses apart from covid! Yes covid has flu like symptoms, yes it feels a bit like a cold... yada yada I get it... but I know a cold when I see one. It is the exact same cold I suffer from every year. Every January my nasal cavity is subjected to a terrible week where breathing becomes impossible and my nostrils turn into snot taps. 

To be honest I despise them. I bemoaned to my wife about how I couldn't ever envisage myself ever recovering and I couldn't imagine feeling 'well' again. I seriously do expect a hero's welcome and some kind of medal for even turning up at work when I know that lesser mortals would definitely have taken the day off work. Not me. I soldier on- as you can rapidly see from this article. I hope.

At least I can settle down in the evening, have a hot bath, pour the radox (other cold remedies are available) in and have a nice refreshing sleep. Or not. My two year old son has exactly the same cold. He gave the wretched thing to me in the first place. No need to be so generous all the time son. Sadly, he doesn't have my coping strategies and is unable to boil the kettle for his latest lemsip (other cold remedies are still available). Instead he copes by refusing his bottle, running round in a foul mood and waking up seven or eight times in the night. All of this, horrendous though it is for the poor little fella and of course I do feel for him (and mainly his mother as she does the mopping up) but he is kind of standing in the way of my recovery too.  

Anyway fair reader, wish me well as I stride into battle versus this terrible cold... if I don't write again, I fear the worst may have occurred. Myabe I may have passed it to my wife by then, but at least my son and I will have recovered, and by the time she is better, it will be time for... me to get another cold again.