Sniff, etc.
I've had this cold for about two weeks now. At its height I had a couple of days off work, feeling like hammered dog shit and able to do nothing but sit on the couch watching TV and feeling sorry for myself. On the plus side, it did let me catch up on some movies that I couldn't convince R to watch. Nothing like a big dumb blockbuster when you're feeling poorly. Thank you, Superman Returns. Anyway, once that stage passed I reckoned the cold would be gone completely in a day or two, but it's a tenacious little bugger and just won't die. In fact, last night I started feeling significantly worse, going through the best part of a box of tissues in just a few hours and sneezing my head clean off. R made some awesome chilli and nuclear-strength salsa which might have contributed to the sniffles in the short-term, but this was an all-night snotfest. Maybe it was hayfever interacting with the last vestiges of the cold itself. Either way, the least fun part of my evening was balancing precariously on top of a wobbly stepladder while attempting to put the smoke alarm back up and trying hard not to explosively sneeze myself into the "90% of accidents happen in the home" statistical bracket. It took far longer than it should have to get the thing to stay up, and I'm hoping that I don't come home tonight and find that it's fallen off and brained the cat. Somehow I never fail to turn even the simplest DIY task into an epic, sweary, struggle.
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