Someone sneezes behind me. My thoughts return to the present and all I can think of are germs circulating through the re-conditioned air circuits. Breathing in each others air. Does that mean I’m breathing in less oxygen with each lungful? I’m not a hypochondriac.
I’ve had enough actually wrong with me to worry about things that might be wrong with me or things that I might develop that will cause things to be wrong with me in the future. I guess I just don’t want to get a cold right now. The last time I had a cold, a loving man told me to stay in bed and brought me cups of tea.