Coming down with a cold

Step away from your screens, I am coming down with a cold. It snuck up on me. And now I am hot and I shiver and my head is filled with something that will now take over, the sick little feverish autopilot. My nose is stuffy, I feel so incredibly weak. I drank a lot of orange juice, I ate some Echinacea. I chopped some ginger into tiny, tiny little fire-cubes and ate an onion. Raw.
Feeling a tiny bit better. I will now lie down, smelly, weak, confused.
I am surprised I did not get sick sooner, spending my days in a refrigerated, windowless room, and my trips to and from the office in cans with other human sardines (and dolphins, sharks and whales). People are dirtier, sweatier and smellier in the evenings. And more fit into a subway car.