
I have just washed a couple of paracetamol and codeine tablets down with a nice mug of coffee. Bit of a headache, see; I'm not sure that I am as fully over that damned cold as I thought, though the bloody air conditioning here in the office is probably not helping. I suppose paracetamol and codeine is something of over-kill for a slight headache, but it will stomp on my remaining post-cold symptoms, too, so not so bad all things considered.
The odd thing is, that since the Department closed down the smoking room and forbade smoking within a million miles of the place – joyfully ignored by we slaves of the weed – a bunch of us has been hanging around outside the building several times a day in as nonthreatening a manner as we can manage. We desperately need some rain to get the mulching process underway. The flowerbeds outside are getting a bit full with ciggie butts.
I have noticed that smoking in the open air has done for my eyes – or is it that I am spending extra time in front of the PC, now? Either way, I have to rub my eyes before I can focus on something much past 10 yards away. So much for long sight.
I blame my declining health on the health Nazis. There's irony for you.