Sure, no matter how I want to avoid the truth, no matter how hideous it is to admit to such a thing, no matter how much I wish things were different, I can no longer live this lie. I have to stop and admit the harsh, harsh truth. And when I admit this to you, gentle reader, I shalln’t, or shan’t even, blame you if you treat me like the pariah I surely am.
I have a cold.
Yes, a cold! Oh the wailing and knashing of teeth! I have a cold!
At first I though I could pretend that it was simple hayfever. It was windy, there was pollen in the air, no wonder my eyes were sore and my nose was runny and I was sneezing all the time. But that was 4 days ago now. I suppose the moment of truth came when I rushed to the chemist this morning before work and bought some codral. I made not a murmur of complaint when I handed over my license so the government could track my pseudoephedrine consumption, so eager was I to get my hands on the good stuff. And now I sit, doped up to the eyeballs, waiting for the nighttime formula to take effect.
damn government.