Before you all start the whole 'Man Flu' thing... No, not me this time, but my beloved wife P who has succumbed to a proper feverish, aching 'flu.
Meanwhile, R has retained the cough of an asthmatic miner who smokes 40 Senior Service a day. It is an endearing sound that only serves to enhance the glamorous shine of the perma-snot on her top lip. The combination of colds and cold weather makes me suspect that it will remain there until the big thaw.
So far I have dodged this particular bullet. Not quite sure how or why seeing as I've had every cold in the UK in the last few months. Perhaps the cold virus wants more of a challenge. My immune system up to now has used the bullying victim's tactic of lying down and hoping they get bored.
Of course I have enthusiastically joined in the mutual reassurance of parenting where we all get together over a coffee and tell each other how it's really good for our little cherubs to go to nursery/school and come down with everything short of bubonic plague. It helps to strengthen their immune systems, we say. Mind you, if mine is anything to go by, it doesn't count for shit once you become a parent. I have been cheerfully joining in with the big germ Swap Shop for months now, and I just keep getting sick. Go figure.
So just for once, I get to look after my family rather than the other way around. It make take me a little longer to do some things, but it's good to feel useful. The only thing is, it has coincided with me increasing my dose of Amitriptyline. The result is that I am spending a significant part of the day wandering around the house in a daze when I'm not taking the odd nap. Maybe I'm not being useful... Maybe I just think I am. Maybe I haven't written this at all, but merely thought it. Ouch. My head hurts...
Talking of hurt heads. On a more cheerful note, I leave you with this gem. The more times you watch it, the funnier it gets...
Meanwhile, R has retained the cough of an asthmatic miner who smokes 40 Senior Service a day. It is an endearing sound that only serves to enhance the glamorous shine of the perma-snot on her top lip. The combination of colds and cold weather makes me suspect that it will remain there until the big thaw.
So far I have dodged this particular bullet. Not quite sure how or why seeing as I've had every cold in the UK in the last few months. Perhaps the cold virus wants more of a challenge. My immune system up to now has used the bullying victim's tactic of lying down and hoping they get bored.
Of course I have enthusiastically joined in the mutual reassurance of parenting where we all get together over a coffee and tell each other how it's really good for our little cherubs to go to nursery/school and come down with everything short of bubonic plague. It helps to strengthen their immune systems, we say. Mind you, if mine is anything to go by, it doesn't count for shit once you become a parent. I have been cheerfully joining in with the big germ Swap Shop for months now, and I just keep getting sick. Go figure.
So just for once, I get to look after my family rather than the other way around. It make take me a little longer to do some things, but it's good to feel useful. The only thing is, it has coincided with me increasing my dose of Amitriptyline. The result is that I am spending a significant part of the day wandering around the house in a daze when I'm not taking the odd nap. Maybe I'm not being useful... Maybe I just think I am. Maybe I haven't written this at all, but merely thought it. Ouch. My head hurts...
Talking of hurt heads. On a more cheerful note, I leave you with this gem. The more times you watch it, the funnier it gets...
You could try gargling on TCP, it's kept the bugs
at bay for the past few years whilst working in
an Infants School. Other people do tend to have
a problem with this strange practice (hee-hee)!
Really looking forward to reading 'Looking Up' and
good to see the same Tim that I remember from a few years back.
All the best Alan Knott.
Hi Tim
Been enjoying the blog and reading it with a chuckle - except for the dreaded Spike bits.
I have my own Spike, called Dwight. Why so? I'm guessing it was named whilst under the influence of some powerful intravenous painkiller. Dwight has been making life "uncomfortable" (euphimism for really shite) for many years. I used to take Amiltrypteline too but I became more zombie like even than normal. Now taking pregablin and wear Fentolyn patches. This is boring I know and not what people want to read about in an entertaining blog but shared info can be useful. I don't like to dwell on it, so changing the subject completely - tennis. We did meet at Cardiff but somehow doubt if you'll remember me. I was the one complaining a lot and losing in a big way. Don't count of me winning any medals - but it's fun and good exercise and all. I intend to put myself throught it again at Preston next year for some reason.
If I can be of any help over the pain thing, do write - I've tried no end of medication and therapies with varying degrees of failure.
hey tim!
sorry to here the girlies are unwell....if it's ANY consolation i assure you these bugs seem to have a particular association with 'nursery' - once she hit's big school, you'll be home free!
will you be in london over xmas? fancy a tussle with our front stoop again?? come on - you KNOW you wanna...
love to you all,
dana xx