Monday morning, going slow
I am a bag of snot at present. It started on Saturday afternoon with a sore throat that felt as though I had swallowed a porcupine wrapped in barbed wire. By the end of the evening I was having sneezing fits every ten or so minutes. Real rip-roarers that shook the room.
Sunday was spent in a bit of a daze as the fever set in. I haven't really eaten since about midday yesterday; my appetite has been dulled by the constant flow of mucus down my throat. I'm stiff and I ache.
So it's Beechams All-In-One for me today because I have a series of essential work meetings that I cannot miss and in which I have to make sense. Hurrah for drugs that postpone the inevitable. I'll crash at the earliest opportunity tonight.
