It seems there’s a fairly nasty virus doing the rounds lately. Most people I know came down with it late December and my mother came down with it early last week.

Of course naturally, I’ve been quietly gloating that I’d avoided it.

So I guess it’s my own stupid fault.

I can’t say I’m all that surprised actually, a doctors appointment and 2 hospital trips all in the same week, it’s actually more of a surprise I’m still breathing without the aid of machinery!:shock:

Still I could have lived without it.  I thought on Friday night I was getting a cough, but it seemed to go away, last night it came back so I had to sleep propped up in bed… Never a good idea, I woke up this morning so twisted I looked like the Hunchback of Notre Dame’s understudy!

Yet still, being the idiot I clearly am, I thought “oh well, I can cope with a bit of a cough, at least I don’t feel ill…”

Famous last words.

I’ve now got a temperature, hot and cold, sore head… Pretty much the works.

Still it could be worse… My father could be ill too:mrgreen:

He’s the worst patient you’ve ever met, the occasional time he’s ill he’s either sleeps or camps on the sofa and expects the servants (that would be me and my mother) to wait on him hand and foot because he’s not well.

Needless to say we’re both feeling extremely fragile and he’s currently sat on the sofa waiting for one of us to feed him…

Come to think of it, other than themoaning and pathetic whimpering I’m not really seeing much of a difference there…