I never thought I would say this, but although I have a head cold and feel as rough as a very rough badger’s beard, I have a smile on my lips. My throat is scratchy and stinging, my nose is blocked, my upper lip is cracked and tender and I can’t breathe. I feel a bit fuzzy in the head (more so than usual;) ) and should be feeling miserable.
But I am not in a gloomy mood. The reason is not that I have found some wonder drug that banishes the misery of a cold. Nor is it that I am having a jammy “hey, nothing can be as bad as cancer” moment either. No, the reason is because I have finally found something that Captain Paranoia is unable to penetrate. With every tiny ailment, ache or pain, I have an immediate worry that it is a return of the cancer beast. The dry spot of skin on my face which I feared was face cancer (and Dr W2 could not even see). The dizzy spell a few months ago which I immediately attributed to brain mets, and in fact any little bump or twinge turns my mind first of all to cancer. However, a head cold is just a head cold, right? I don’t even need Dr Google to verify my medical facts here.
I have an image of Captain Paranoia, standing in the corner, a bit like a comic superman type figure, with his hands on his hips, stamping his foot and scratching his head. He just can’t find any reason to believe it is a clue that there is something suspicious going on! Finally I have notched up a victory against him!