Summer Cold

Yes it is a contradiction in terms. Summer is hot. Winter is cold. But a cold in Summer? We know that means mass suckage. Which I rolled into on Canada Day and am only now seeing the word recovery on the distant horizon. Chills, fever, lassitude, tired all the time, endless coughing, being a snot fountain and generally feeling like a 6 foot bag of crap that can only sit up for a half-hour at a time.

This would also explain the lack of posts here. My apologies, but when you have a nasty cold, even staring at a screen to write, hurts. We’re now at the “please cough your testicles off every hour” phase. No, it wasn’t Covid-19, I was tested frequently with the brain swab tests, all negative. It also wasn’t pneumonia, again x-rays. It was/is just a big nasty cold.

Yes I am taking vitamins, cough suppressant, expectorant, acetaminophen as needed, plenty of water and resting. No I have not tried taping a live otter around my throat, a mustard and frog-tongue poultice, breathing in hot creosote fumes with a towel over my head and my feet in a bucket of warmed linseed oil or a hot beverage made of tea, gin, milled cream of wheat, capers and pickle juice.

Nor have I tried any of the other strange remedies that are out there and everyone swears cures the malady in mere hours, just like Great-Aunt Esther did in 1911 during the Influenza when everyone else in the village died and only she survived. Please stop.

I’ll be fine in a couple more days. There will be more writing, pix as appropriate and the usual shenanigans.