Fucking head cold

Typically in late winter or early spring I point the fan at myself when I go to bed or open a window. I wake up the next day with a cold that may die by the next morning or live on for three days. The other evening I nodded off on the couch. I must’ve slept with my head open; later I woke up with a sore throat. Later it dropped down into my lungs leaving me congested as hell. On its own diabolical itinerary it moved up into my head today forcing me to leave the shop early. I always feel these attacks in the tube leading from my ear to my throat. It is as though there’s some nasty, electrified fluid. Superficially my symptoms always feel terrible: cold chills, tired, dizzy. But it isn’t really serious. I’d hoped I’d have a fever. A few hours of hot sweating and I’m almost always instantly well. Sure hope I’m well tomorrow; I’ll have to be in the shop all day unless I’m so ill I need to head to the hospital. It isn’t as though I can make my boss take my place.