So, the cough that wouldn’t go away? In the end I felt so bad that I took the wee ones and the three of us went to the GP so that we could all discuss it. Not ideal but at the time I couldn’t find the energy to ring round to find someone to look after them for an hour. Not, with hindsight, a good sign.
The GP Laughs (one): “So I suppose this is just one of those upper respiratory tract viral things?” Ha, ha, ha, ha. No.
The GP Laughs (two): “I’ll still be able to go for a run?” Ha, ha, ha, ha. No.
So, there you go. Janathon banjaxed on the very second day. No running for me for at least a week. Yes, ok, I should have gone to the doctors earlier but if I went every time I had a cold, cough, sore throat etc I’d never be out of the place. I have a chest infection. Nothing scary or worrying but bad enough for the doctor to recommend a few days bed rest. Excuse me while I take my turn to laugh. But I have been taking it easy and hopefully the antibiotics will do their work and all will be well soon.
I am incredibly hacked off about this. Roll on Juneathon.
Pah and also humbug.
A Woman of Less Substance 