FabI have now discovered why they call this the Swine Flu. It is because the virus turns your voice into a little oink. You honestly feel like a little pig screaming away in pain. It is now 07.41 and I am still alive. This is good news to me but not the GMC who were on my logs yesterday clearly checking to see whether I had died of this virus. Having survived parasites like them, I am sure Swine flu won't be a problem. Well, at least I don't think so.
The main problem last night was a severely painful throat and hacking cough. The worrying fact about this is the choking effect of said cough while lying flat. So, I did the sensible thing and propped myself up with 5 pillows. Having finally nodded off after anti-inflammatories and strepsils, my biggest fear was that I would choke to death as my cough reflex doesn't appear to be working properly. This sore throat is quite severe, it is dry, painful and makes you feel as though you are on your death bed. Yes, I started to wheeze early this morning but I don't think I have a chest infection just yet.
My biggest problem is trying to get hold of some proper anti-septic throat lozenges with local anaesthetic properties. Since I cannot walk out of the house just yet, I am going to have to find another way of delivery. My next idea was to use Vick in a large bowl of hotwater and steam myself which has made me feel considerably better. I am going to simply have to cope with Manuka Honey and Green Tea which appears to make my throat tolerable.
Apart from that, my fever appears to have subsided so perhaps if I shut up, stopped talking and whinging with my very hoarse throat then things might just improve further. My only problem is that exhaustion is setting in due to my hacking dry cough.
So that's 24 hours over with. Perhaps today, Mike Delphino of Desperate Housewives can distract me from my misery. Yes, I really think that Mikey is really sexy and yes, I wish our road supplied plumbers like him in which case I would have repeated purposeful problems with the pipes. And yes, it just so happens that England is probably incapable of providing such a fine specimen of a plumber - both anatomically and aesthetically.
And it is very true that I probably think about Mike Delphino more than I think about the General Medical Council. The GMC have a complete inability to provide good looking dashing barristers. Every single man they have provided in court resembles a version of Rumplestilskin. The stooped gait, the guffawing in court, the nasal snouty voice, the total lack of integrity. Seriously, no girl can legitimately fancy a crumpled drag queen or man in a wig :).
The main problem last night was a severely painful throat and hacking cough. The worrying fact about this is the choking effect of said cough while lying flat. So, I did the sensible thing and propped myself up with 5 pillows. Having finally nodded off after anti-inflammatories and strepsils, my biggest fear was that I would choke to death as my cough reflex doesn't appear to be working properly. This sore throat is quite severe, it is dry, painful and makes you feel as though you are on your death bed. Yes, I started to wheeze early this morning but I don't think I have a chest infection just yet.
My biggest problem is trying to get hold of some proper anti-septic throat lozenges with local anaesthetic properties. Since I cannot walk out of the house just yet, I am going to have to find another way of delivery. My next idea was to use Vick in a large bowl of hotwater and steam myself which has made me feel considerably better. I am going to simply have to cope with Manuka Honey and Green Tea which appears to make my throat tolerable.
Apart from that, my fever appears to have subsided so perhaps if I shut up, stopped talking and whinging with my very hoarse throat then things might just improve further. My only problem is that exhaustion is setting in due to my hacking dry cough.
So that's 24 hours over with. Perhaps today, Mike Delphino of Desperate Housewives can distract me from my misery. Yes, I really think that Mikey is really sexy and yes, I wish our road supplied plumbers like him in which case I would have repeated purposeful problems with the pipes. And yes, it just so happens that England is probably incapable of providing such a fine specimen of a plumber - both anatomically and aesthetically.
And it is very true that I probably think about Mike Delphino more than I think about the General Medical Council. The GMC have a complete inability to provide good looking dashing barristers. Every single man they have provided in court resembles a version of Rumplestilskin. The stooped gait, the guffawing in court, the nasal snouty voice, the total lack of integrity. Seriously, no girl can legitimately fancy a crumpled drag queen or man in a wig :).
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