I make a lousy patient and nothing ever is going to change that. Maybe it has to do with the fact that the common cold is the most common of my afflictions and not any other verbose illness. Moaning in fake agony and tossing around in the bed, giving the impression that I am on my deathbed is just one of the things that people around me have to endure while I am ill. The extra bit of sympathy and prescriptions of home remedies do not help one bit. I have already guzzled gallons of Nyquil that doesn’t have the reputed drowsy effect on my nerves. The cold that I usually suffer come in distinct sequential steps. Starts discretely with a irritable sensation in my throat, makes me nearly sneeze my brains out on the second day, plateaus out at a consistent cough and weepy eyes at the end of third and then everything reverses in the same order before I can be kiss-worthy again.
Nothing works for me so I just have to wait it out. There, however are some things, as noticed by MV that makes me a more attractive male when I suffer from this stupid cold. My voice acquires this fantastic baritone edge that would shame Sean Connery but all like good things, this too will not last forever. I am already missing my department potluck dinner tomorrow night and I don’t want to miss out on the other things of my life that demand urgent attention. I should be back with a bang.