I had a cold last week, and honestly, if you think that manflu is lame, you should have seen me, wasting away like a delicate Victorian waif with consumption with my Goth ‘flu. Now that I have gotten over myself and realised that I actually only had a bad cold, I have made up my list of fifty thoughts that everyone has when they get one. Or possibly, only people who are as nesh as me.
- Am I hot? Am I cold? Why can’t I tell the difference? This is ridiculous.
- Why don’t I have a slave?
- I definitely don’t want any ginger tea.
- I haven’t got any ginger tea.
- I definitely want ginger tea, if I only had some, I’d be cured.
- I have narrowed down the vector of this cold to one of three people. Which of them should I kill first?
- Maybe I should text them to see how they’re getting on. It’s a nice thing to do, but more importantly, it might give me an idea of how bad this is going to get.
- How come you regain the ability to breathe through one nostril when you lie on your side?
- I have totally lost my appetite.
- I want a marmite crumpet.
- I couldn’t stand the thought of food.
- I want a marmite crumpet.
- I’m never eating again.
- God I wish I had the energy to make a marmite crumpet.
- I bet I look wonderfully pale and waif-like. Goth as fuck, man.
- Nope, I look like warm boiled shite.
- I’m hot.
- I’m cold.
- My body is cold, my face is hot.
- I wish the cat was in here.
- Maybe if I think really hard about the cat, he will psychically pick up on my wishes and come in here.
- Four hours later: My psychic transmission worked! Also, unrelated, it is around dinnertime.
- I wish the cat would get off me, he’s so hot and smothering.
- Have to get up to feed the cat. Why is life so hard why don’t I have a slave.
- I want a Marmite crumpet but I think I’ll go back to bed for a bit first.
- I’d like to sit up for a bit, but I think I’ll do a bit more sleeping first.
- Lemsip is bullshit it doesn’t work at all why is it two hours til I can have another one.
- What’s the point of the “shoot venom up your nose” decongestants when your nose is so blocked nothing’s getting through there anyway?
- Why is there no alcohol in cough mixture these days?
- Fuck those tweakers that mean phenylephephrine sales are restricted. Selfish toothless redneck fucksticks. This is why we can’t have nice things.
- I wonder how you spell phenylephephrine.
- It’s probably not like that.
- MARMITE CRUMPET THOUGH.
- I wonder if I’ve lost any weight in the 24 hours I have been ill so far. I’m starting to feel rather trim.
- I’m going to run my common cold symptoms through several Web MD checker tools, see how few steps I can get to “cancer” in.
- The NHS website symptom tool seems to think I need to go to A&E. Perhaps throwing that ingrown toenail into the mix messed things up somehow?
- How long have I been dozing for now? It’s definitely been either ten minutes or eight hours.
- My eyes are all puffy and swollen. I think I’ll soak a clean sock in a bowl of water and put it over my eyes.
- Why did I just do that? Why not use a washcloth?
- Why is Lucozade so expensive, when it’s a fecking medicinal essential?
- When I was a child, could I really levitate, or was I just imagining it?
- I’m glad I don’t have a fever, if I did I might write that fairy on my curtain off as a hallucination.
- I wish I had two beds side by side so I could just get out of this wrinkled scrunched up hot one and get into the other one.
- I dreamed I ate a Marmite crumpet
- Upon reflection, that fairy probably wasn’t real.
- OMG why is everything so heavy.
- Do other people secretly check out the contents of their tissue before scrunching it up?
- I look like The Crow, and yet I’m not pleased about this.
- Why didn’t I just wear a face mask when I was out in public? People are all germy mingers.
- This Marmite crumpet doesn’t taste of anything. FML I DIE.