I hate getting a cold.
Worse, I hate waking up at 02:15 or so with that buzzing, burning, electrical sensation in a sinus that feels like that one evil cold virus crawled in there and is trying to borrow into your blood stream. And there’s nothing you dan do about it. Yeah, like I’m supposed to get back to sleep with that nonsense going on in my skull!
The best defense is a good offense, as Vince Lombardi said. (Or it might have been General George Patton. Or Alexander the Great.) 02:30, chug some orange juice for the Vitamin C, use it to wash down two Dayquil, and then stay awake long enough to suck down a ColdEeze. This will remind you that ColdEeze tastes a tiny bit awful, but ColdEeze and anything else always tastes worse.
Keep hitting those OTC drugs with regularity over the next 24 hours, carpet bombing the viral terrorists that have invaded your corpus and harshed your mellow. With luck, the drugs will leave your brain only slightly fuzzy and instead of trying to breathe through a wet sponge all day you’ll just have some tingly sinuses (sinusii?) and the occasional sneezing fit.
Wear a mask if you have to go out around other, innocent citizens who do not wish to share your virus. (i.e., don’t be a dick!)
If you’re the praying sort, thank whatever gods you worship that all of the deadlines from Hell are behind you. You should be able to function well enough to deal with the routine workload on Monday.
Repeat as needed on the next day and hopefully it won’t be needed on the third day.
So far it seems to be working. Day One completed.
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