In the search for a thumbnail for this post, I found this picture which I thought was hilarious. Some of these stock photos of people suffering with colds or flus are just so over the top. I mean, I thought I was a baby, but how much of a pussy do you have to be to be as pitiful as the dude in this picture? Thankfully, though tenacious, my cold is nowhere near this level.
I'd still call it a mild cold and though it has progressed to the chest, the coughing isn't terrible. It's held at bay pretty much by occasional cough drops. I had a little bit of cough syrup so I took that but I don't know how effective it was since before I did so I glanced at its expiration date and it was sometime in the year 2020. See, I told you I haven't had a cold since before Covid. So if you figure medications like this probably have a couple year or so shelf life, I must have bought the cough syrup sometime in 2018. I haven't gone out and bought any new cough syrup, I'm hoping I don't have to.
At times it feels like this cold is giving up its ghost and health is coming back. But then, before you know it, the headaches return, the sneezes start racking me over, the hacky little coughs begin again, and it's back. This is how it's been all weekend. And it doesn't seem to really be letting up at all.
My previous post detailing the rundown of the few characters I interacted with last Friday that are my main suspects in the viral whodunit isn't at all a joke. You should know by now, I really don't come into contact with people at all on any given day and even on the days I do come in contact with them, there's not a lot of close contact or time spent with them. So it really was one of these motherfuckers and a very slight encounter.
Maybe these people walking around wearing masks still to this day aren't so foolish after all. If I had been wearing a mask, I'd probably be healthy right now. But then you also have to ask yourself, "How much overacting do I really want to get into?" Glance at picture above.