Sick of it

Shortly after arriving here in Fort Mac, the kids started coughing and spluttering and getting runny noses. Hell it’s summer, what else would you do? Sam managed to start going through tissues at a rate that caused one to consider buying shares in the nearest wood-pulping company but it wasn’t a direct impact on yours truly. He didn’t complain too much, as long as he had a good, steady supply handy. His siblings were much the same.

Then I got it.

So did Caroline.

So for the past 10 days or so, we’ve been a matching pair of over achieving snot producers and to be honest, we’re both sick of it. Because apart from simply having your sinuses stuffed full of crap and having get a new tissue every 30 seconds or so, it’s been an ear blocking bastard. Living in a muffled world just isn’t a whole lot of fun, especially when you have to get up and give a presentation to the community about the company’s presence in town ... twice. But what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger apparently.

And there’s something about going to see some of the most spectacular scenery in the world that loses just a little something when you’re ears block every time you go through a 50 metre change in elevation.

Bring on the snotless, clear –eared times ...

Please? Because I am sick of conversations that go, “What?” “Pardon” “I didn’t say anything, “Huh?” “What” “Nevermind” which then result in the decibels being raised to a stupid level just in an attempt to ensure that you’re other half has heard what you’re trying to tell them.