I am thoroughly pissed off.
The Vernal Equinox has passed which is cheering in it’s own way and the evenings are really brightening up, but I’m still pissed off.
Today is Mother’s Day but I’m not a mother and don’t have one so it’s of no consequence. Yes – I did have a mother once but she went to the Great Brown Bread Bakery in the sky many years ago.
It’s not even the incessant wittering about Corona-virus or Covid-19 or whatever the fuck you want to call it though that doesn’t exactly lift my mood. They tell us not to worry and then talk about it as if it were Armageddon.
It’s not the cocooning lark as that hasn’t changed my life in any way anyway.
No. It’s none of the above. It’s a wee virus I picked up a while ago. Or it may not be a virus: it could be bacteria. And it’s not the Corona thing before you all start disinfecting your screens.
It’s a nose thing. I have had it for a while and it’s getting worse. My nose is too tender to touch so I can’t blow it, which is a pity because it is flowing like a river in flood. I am getting through tissues at a fierce rate just wiping the fucking drip which is permanently dangling.
It has spread to the sinuses too which means my eyes hurt and I have a constant headache not to mention a permanent stinging in the nostrils. I am sick of chewing paracetamols.
I had a visit to Dr Google so I think I know what it is, which is more than Doc did. He gave me two courses of antibiotics and tubes of cream which did fuck all good. Apparently [if Dr Google is right] the cure involves anaesthetics and scalpels. Lovely!
The only problem now is that it is dammed difficult to phone for an appointment as the lines are jammed by all those neurotics who thing they have the other yoke.
They don’t know when they’re well off.