ROTHENBURGER: We live in a swirling cesspool of infection, and we are the prey
THE RAMPARTS of the temple have been breached. The invaders arrived in November and retreated in time for Christmas after a siege of a few weeks, only to return a week ago.
I’ve been forced to bring in reinforcements and counter-attack — loading up on Cold FX, vitamin C, Tylenol Cold and Flu, and ginger tea, and hunkering down in the sack, whimpering like a small child. It’s a well-proven tactic — eventually, my troops always prevail, and the enemy is overcome.
I’m not sure how it got in. I suspect phase two is a totally different army than the first one, new recruits called up and positioned at a concert we attended, poised to retake the offensive.
As usual, I’ve been consulting with Dr. Google. I’ve learned a lot about phlegm, and I now know why our backs get sore when we have a cold. I know the gestation period of the average cold and flu viruses, the usual period of contagion, and how long we can expect to feel like death warmed over.