This morning I woke up fine - a little low in the sleep department I must admit, but generally good. By the time I got to work I was beginning to have watering eyes and by lunchtime my nose was running like a tap and someone had been cleaning my throat with sandpaper. I’m not a happy bunny. Well, that’s tautological since I’m clearly not a bunny - happy or not. OK - I’m not happy, but I’ve already got over the need to blame someone. The cold is after all mine. I caught it and incubated it and now I must deal with it.
In order to make the whole thing much easier I thought I’d pop into Boots in Kings Cross station on my way home. I arrived there to discover it had closed and the nearest one was in St Pancras - so I popped over there and finally discovered it at the very far end from the entrance. Finally armed with my cold medication I realised that I didn’t have water in my bag and I should have bought a bottle. Rather than admit defeat or wait any longer I swallowed two of the capsules without any liquid and headed towards the tube.
Just as I reached the main ticket hall I did a kind of hiccup thing and it was then that I regretted my sans water approach - clearly the capsule containers had dissolved somewhere in my oesophagus and the contents were promptly propelled up my nose and throat which was extraordinarily uncomfortable to say the least. I made a diversion to buy some water and crisps to try to wash it down properly. Still not feeling right now but I expect I’ll live.
So I’m off out to help a friend with their computer for the evening (and being fed :) and I hope I feel no worse tomorrow.
Yours truly,
Simon ‘the grumpy man’ Hildrew