Well, good evening my friends. My, my the time seems to have simply flown by, hasn't it? Of course I imagine that currently you are all frothing at the mouth waiting to hear of my thoughts and exploits.
Unfortunately, over the last few days I've been struck with a sudden cold. It's been fairly irritating, I can tell you. I very rarely get illnesses but when I do I simply can't put up with them, especially considering that when I do get a cold I seem to be assaulted with every single possible symptom imaginable, most of which I'm fairly sure aren't actually symptoms of cold. Which is probably why if anything can possibly be done to counter the illness, I will jump at the opportunity. For instance now I'm writing this in a cloud of Vicks VapoRub steam, with a cough sweet in my mouth, alcohol-based throat medicine in my gullet, a cold/flu tablet slowly dissolving in my stomach and some home-brew ear-ache medicine in my ear (consisting of a dab of tea-tree oil, olbas oil and hot whiskey on a piece of tissue paper).
(Please note that I do not endorse the use of such quantities of pharmaceutical drugs used to all at once and that such a combination may induce worse symptoms, such as death. Please note that the only reason I can stand this stems my semi-alien biology).
Yes, I'm afraid that I'm as far as it is possible to be from what is expected of the quintessential gentleman when faced with illness, which involves a lot of taking it on the chin, retaining a stiff upper-lip, battling manfully on and grinning and bearing it (though I have been arrested on several occasions for performing the that one).
No, if I am faced with even a minor discomfort for any length of time, I nearly immediately begin attacking it bodily with as many treatments as a can possibly dream up. It's a failing of mine that I regret, that I am not able to deal with discomfort in a manful way, but rather take it pathetically affronted. I like to think of myself as a gentleman who can shoulder adversity and deal with discomfort in a quiet and cheery way. But no, I pack myself up with chemicals until the point where either the illness or my liver will be annihilated and spend the intervening time moaning at loved ones for how ill I feel and how they shall be very sympathetic.
In this case, however, I feel I am somewhat more justified than usual, in that this illness is disrupting my sleep and woe betide anything that gets between me and my sleep, be it man, beast or machine. Incidentally, it's also been interfering with my already severely stunted ability to form coherent thoughts, so I must ask you to be forgiving if this post doesn't make sense.
Anyway, I suppose that I have moaned at you guys more than those I communicate with on a daily basis now about my illnesses, so I suppose I can say goodbye. I'd rather intended to tackle all the hubbub been caused by this new, potentially life-harbouring planet astronomers have discovered recently and I've frequently encountered reports on through Stumbleupon but now that it's come to it I can't really think of anything to write about. It's there, spinning around its star within the Goldilocks Zone and we're not sure if it harbours life or not yet so, yeah, cool. I think my regaling, mucus-ridden moaning on my illness should keep you satisfied, however, if you were expecting more you can always check out the story if you wish at:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-11444022
So, until next week, take care and goodbye.
Unfortunately, over the last few days I've been struck with a sudden cold. It's been fairly irritating, I can tell you. I very rarely get illnesses but when I do I simply can't put up with them, especially considering that when I do get a cold I seem to be assaulted with every single possible symptom imaginable, most of which I'm fairly sure aren't actually symptoms of cold. Which is probably why if anything can possibly be done to counter the illness, I will jump at the opportunity. For instance now I'm writing this in a cloud of Vicks VapoRub steam, with a cough sweet in my mouth, alcohol-based throat medicine in my gullet, a cold/flu tablet slowly dissolving in my stomach and some home-brew ear-ache medicine in my ear (consisting of a dab of tea-tree oil, olbas oil and hot whiskey on a piece of tissue paper).
(Please note that I do not endorse the use of such quantities of pharmaceutical drugs used to all at once and that such a combination may induce worse symptoms, such as death. Please note that the only reason I can stand this stems my semi-alien biology).
Yes, I'm afraid that I'm as far as it is possible to be from what is expected of the quintessential gentleman when faced with illness, which involves a lot of taking it on the chin, retaining a stiff upper-lip, battling manfully on and grinning and bearing it (though I have been arrested on several occasions for performing the that one).
No, if I am faced with even a minor discomfort for any length of time, I nearly immediately begin attacking it bodily with as many treatments as a can possibly dream up. It's a failing of mine that I regret, that I am not able to deal with discomfort in a manful way, but rather take it pathetically affronted. I like to think of myself as a gentleman who can shoulder adversity and deal with discomfort in a quiet and cheery way. But no, I pack myself up with chemicals until the point where either the illness or my liver will be annihilated and spend the intervening time moaning at loved ones for how ill I feel and how they shall be very sympathetic.
In this case, however, I feel I am somewhat more justified than usual, in that this illness is disrupting my sleep and woe betide anything that gets between me and my sleep, be it man, beast or machine. Incidentally, it's also been interfering with my already severely stunted ability to form coherent thoughts, so I must ask you to be forgiving if this post doesn't make sense.
Anyway, I suppose that I have moaned at you guys more than those I communicate with on a daily basis now about my illnesses, so I suppose I can say goodbye. I'd rather intended to tackle all the hubbub been caused by this new, potentially life-harbouring planet astronomers have discovered recently and I've frequently encountered reports on through Stumbleupon but now that it's come to it I can't really think of anything to write about. It's there, spinning around its star within the Goldilocks Zone and we're not sure if it harbours life or not yet so, yeah, cool. I think my regaling, mucus-ridden moaning on my illness should keep you satisfied, however, if you were expecting more you can always check out the story if you wish at:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-11444022
So, until next week, take care and goodbye.
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