I was out and about today, which is an activity I advise against even at the best of times but especially so today, because I believe my excursion into the great blue yonder has contributed directly to my (slightly) sore throat and, even more worryingly, my sniffles.

The sniffles are a sign that your body is getting ready for a prolonged counter-insurgency. However much you might not want the war to come, it is well on its way here and you are going to just have to sit back and let it run its course.

The CDC is saying that this flu season is likely to get worse before it gets better, which is pretty much the plotline of all my sicknesses. There is the opening throes, typically starting with the salvos of sniffles that lead right to me waking up in the morning with a throat incapable of swallowing anything larger than a pea, followed closely by the mortar rounds that are my sneezes, and then finally, the headache.

These symptoms only get worse until, of course, I eventually recover. But during the sick interval I am always absolutely despondent. Some people are able to power through sicknesses like some Medal of Honor recipients are able to power through debilitating injuries, but not I. No, I take one for the team, meaning I go down, hard. And I do not get back up.