My World: Sniffle, sniffle...

I’ve spent the majority of this week feeling pretty sorry for myself.

It all started on Boxing day, my partner came down with some kind of flu that seems to be doing the rounds this year.

I am not normally someone who picks up bugs and colds off other people, for whatever reason I seem to have a superhuman immune system, thanks mum and dad.

Now my partner, she is quite the opposite. She often has a sniffle or a cough, no sooner has one gone that another seems to appear.

But not me, I can probably count the amount of colds I’ve had on one hand.

So when she started blowing her nose and coughing on Boxing day, I wasn’t afraid of what that might mean for me.

I was foolish to be ignorant to the effects of a winter bug.

For the last few days, I have gone from hot to cold in a click of the fingers. I have had terrible headaches and worst of all, a sore throat and chesty cough to rival the best.

It hasn’t been pretty.

Moping around work with a usually sought after gravelly voice and about as much get up and go as Neil the Sofaworks sloth, it has been a tough week to get through.

Numerous packets of Sudafed, paracetamol and cough sweets now stock my drawers, instead of the usual packets of crisps and hidden chocolate bars.

It’s fair to say I haven’t felt this ill since the winter of ’09, when I went to work feeling under the weather with swollen glands and it turned out I had Mumps!

I stayed in bed for a week and fainted a couple of times if I remember correctly.

The New Year was seen in with a pack of tissues, some Lockets and a warm bowl of chicken soup, hardly Rock n Roll I know, but it is about all I could muster.

Happy new year Rotherham!

PS: You may not see me for a while, I’m going into quarantine as I’m a highly contagious specimen at the moment.

 

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