Alternative title: 'snout to worry about'.
Yes, I have just started a course of Tamiflu, as my GP has diagnosed possible swine 'flu this time. So lucky to go from one virus to another...
And I know I blogged about it. But I'm that's not the reason I got it. And I don't believe in the 'If it can happen it will happen' theory. If it were true, there'd be no reason to have the expression 'can happen' would there?
Anyways, if you haven't guessed, I'm a bit delirious at the moment. I manage to get my fever down for about an hour and a half before it starts creeping up and my head starts to thump like a pile-driver. Although that's not the worst bit. For some reason, when I get a fever, the neuropathic pain in my legs goes crazy. I feel like I've spent most of the last twelve hours being eaten by a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Then there's the challenge of trying to tell a four year old that there will be no kisses and cuddles with dad for a week.
And my laptop has chosen this week to turn up it's toes (do laptops have toes?), leaving the quandary of how to share the desktop with P for a week without passing on whatever is on my trotters...
I have work to do and I can't focus on anything for more than about 30 seconds.
Did I write that already?
See what I mean?
Right, back to the paracetomol and the wee nest of pillows and blankets that used to be a sofa.
Pfshhht hisss (me going back into my isolation bubble. It's great in here. I am even sheltered from the sound of pieces of Berlin wall being lumped onto desks up and down the country. I'm even sheltered from the spectre of Hasselhoff, the man who reunited Germany)
Yes, I have just started a course of Tamiflu, as my GP has diagnosed possible swine 'flu this time. So lucky to go from one virus to another...
And I know I blogged about it. But I'm that's not the reason I got it. And I don't believe in the 'If it can happen it will happen' theory. If it were true, there'd be no reason to have the expression 'can happen' would there?
Anyways, if you haven't guessed, I'm a bit delirious at the moment. I manage to get my fever down for about an hour and a half before it starts creeping up and my head starts to thump like a pile-driver. Although that's not the worst bit. For some reason, when I get a fever, the neuropathic pain in my legs goes crazy. I feel like I've spent most of the last twelve hours being eaten by a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Then there's the challenge of trying to tell a four year old that there will be no kisses and cuddles with dad for a week.
And my laptop has chosen this week to turn up it's toes (do laptops have toes?), leaving the quandary of how to share the desktop with P for a week without passing on whatever is on my trotters...
I have work to do and I can't focus on anything for more than about 30 seconds.
Did I write that already?
See what I mean?
Right, back to the paracetomol and the wee nest of pillows and blankets that used to be a sofa.
Pfshhht hisss (me going back into my isolation bubble. It's great in here. I am even sheltered from the sound of pieces of Berlin wall being lumped onto desks up and down the country. I'm even sheltered from the spectre of Hasselhoff, the man who reunited Germany)
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