Another Uncommon Cold

So I am off work for a few days and have a full to-do list and what happens? I am suddenly hit with the uncommon cold! For some strange reason this always occurs when I am off work, there is most likely a reasonable explanation for it but I am to weak and frustrated to care.

Some American porn model standing in for the laird

American Indians were killed off in droves by the common cold when the Europeans started colonizing their continents. The uncommon cold is their payback and only hits men of clan McMillan. It is not fatal, but makes us feel like shit with a fever and runny noses and has us coughing, sniveling and complaining loudly all over the place.

Don't mention chicken soup, I detest everything that has to do with those ugly, smelly and foul creatures.

The Doomsday Survivors

On Sunday I met up with Dej before going to the commemoration party for Circe Broom.

We were both feeling like shit but for various reasons. I had my "bad-flu-masquerading-as-an-uncommon-cold-with-the-head- and- body-aches-not-turning-up-until-much-later" while Dej had some ugly first life issues unfolding. We decided that we sure as hell were N-O-T going to get properly dressed for the whole holiday instead we would just slouch around in our pajamas and curlers looking at the decorated Christmas tree!

Photo by Dejerrity Mycron

Yesterday - which was the big Christmas event in Sweden - my parents sent me some Christmas food and my Christmas presents with my first life brother in-law, so that I would not totally miss out on the festivities. I stowed it all into the fridge and haven´t felt any inclination to even look at it. If I even think of food I just want to throw up. They also sent some medications though and those were helpful, both the expectorant cough-medication and the Serevent^® Diskus^®. I can actually breathe again without much problem.

Dej and I have decided to blame it all - everything - on the damned Mayans and their latter day doomsday prophets/con men.

Quarantine

Yesterday a summit meeting was held at the stronghold of the McMillan clan in SecondLife, the Southern Charm sim. The much honored Bock McMillan, laird of Southern Char and prince of Cascade Falls, had summoned prince Guyke Lundquist to the home sim for a conference.

Prince Guyke is of course best known as The Prince of Claddagh, which is the age old title traditionally granted to the heir apparent of the McMillan clan.

The conference had been called rather urgently by the laird after he had been informed that his stepson had engaged in a battle of abuse with a French in-law concerning "Who are the biggest dickheads of Europe", the alternatives being the French or the Belgians. Both parties showed such unusual linguistic talents and creativity in their insults that the laird was mightily impressed and full of awe while thanking his lucky star that he was not involved.

While the prince of Claddagh only showed a modicum of interest for the discussions with his stepfather, the laird himself struck up a conversation in Instant Message with Dejerrity Mycron, his brother in-law. During the course of this conversation the laird was alerted to the fact that Dej had fallen sick with the same uncommon cold that the laird had just recently survived. It became clear that the contagion must have spread from Lund, Sweden, to New York, N.Y., U.S.A. via the Southern Charm sim.

At this news the laird immediately ordered that Southern Charm should be placed in quarantine with only restricted travel between the sim and the outside world. He also ordered out his lazy nobility to douse every straw of grass, every leaf on every tree and themselves with alcogel to avoid spreading the disease any further into SecondLife.

I´m Needy...

I am sicker than I have been anytime ever before in my whole life with this uncommon cold. It´s really pathetic I know, but like the classic description of a man sick in "man cold", I believe that I am on the brink of death.

The support I get through daily telephone conversations with my parents and my boss, who unanimously tell me that I am a good, brave and strong boy and more likely than not will actually survive this ordeal, just aren't nearly enough to console me.

No hugs and kisses please, just kind and supportive words will do fine! Just tell me you think I may survive, even if you do not believe it yourself. (You are allowed to lie to a dying man!)

Children in day care are killing me

I really hate it when my co-workers with children in day care bring their kids viruses to our workplace. I got hit with a new variety today...

As a childless man I am the most vulnerable, because I haven´t built up any resistance to their bloody infections.

Don´t they realize that the "common cold" killed millions of indians after Colombus stumbled over the Americas? And anyhow the infection I got this time must be the "uncommon cold".

Could someone please pass me the chicken broth?

One of the absolutely best thing about Second Life is you can meet people without the risk of contracting deadly disweases like the so called "common cold", by the way can we really be sure it´s not deadly anymore?