more ways to be entertaining about mucus

One of the side effects of being 'fluey and slightly trippy - or, more accurately, being 'fluey, slightly trippy and fixated with superheroes - is the perfectly graphic mental images I have of all these symptoms. Mucus is a sort of squat, toad-like creature who spits slime. Sid is a cross between Hulk and Thor, muscular and insensitive and with a huge hammer. They hang around with Inflammation and her sister Fever, who are svelte and femme-fatalish and probably smoke cigarettes in long holders; Inflammation sets fire to things with her gaze, while Fever has a sweaty/shivery weakness ray. I leave the Fearsome Foursome's costumes as an exercise to the reader.

Currently they not only have my whole system in supervillainish thrall but my imagination too, to the extent where I'm having difficulty in coming up with adequate superheroes to combat them. The anti-inflammatories are probably something like X-Men's Iceman, all soothing jets of cold air, but he's an innocent sort of boy and currently isn't up to Inflammation's wiles. Painkiller is a vaguely nun-like woman who wraps things in a comforting fog, through which the Foursome are tending to rip their way their bare hands. And my Nice Doctor says this is a virus, so I'm not allowed to unleash Captain Antibiotic in his green and yellow suit. But he's in reserve for secondary infections. Oh, yes.

So, yes. Have been put off work for the week. Haven't even played much Bioshock today, I'm too wibbly and not up to the epic clashes with giant robots or insane spider-people who hang from the ceiling. Will have to skip book club tonight, on account of being (a) a plague pit, and (b) undead. It's all very boring. Sorry.