Isn’t it funny that nothing quite beats the petty misery than that inflicted by the common cold.

I’ve gone six months without testosterone, had ruined sleep, hot flushes, a brain like treacle, and the loss of all my energy – and at no point did I ever feel as miserable as I do with a runny nose, tired eyes, and tickley throat.

Even my heart attack didn’t make feel so wretched! I felt fine until I tried to do anything, then I felt wiped out – but I never felt ill. Which I guess was where the danger really was for me because it was so easy to overdo things – and to be sure – the heart attack or even just overdoing it cos have killed me. But I felt bored not ill.

The only thing that I’ve had that has felt worse than the common cold is a flu with a temperature, and of those flus, COVID was the worst.

Stupid colds.

Back to bed.

Thank god it’s Saturday and I can nurse it and feel sorry for myself without having to pretend to be productive!

We can cure so much these days. Humans have been to the moon. We can build thinking machines.

We could even cure world hunger if some greedy fuckers could learn to share their toys.

But we can’t cure the common cold.