Last few weeks have been a bit rough - I've had this sickly flu/chest thing since around Christmas, think I caught it from Noah. Never really bothered me enough but just kept coughing up unwanted items....
I thought I was always going to get better, especially given that I've been on a bit of fitness craze. The thing was I kept waking up feeling devoid of energy. So I went to the chemist to by something to loosen the passageways, and then my body suddenly went into overdrive.
Last week I had to take two days off (and if anyone knows me - I just am not sick, never take days off, ever) - totally wiped me out. Thought I was finally getting over it, but this week no better. So I think - right - that's it - I'm off to the doctor.
Now here's a side thing - it's amazing how preventative private medical is in a land where one pays for medical care. Bring back the National Health Service. We don't know how lucky we were/are! OK - so I am on Private - they basically force you to be on any salary more than $60K (£25K), and with a tax break to boot - but every visit it's wop out the wallet.
Surprisingly enough - the private medical never seems to cover what you paid (unless you're on the super-duper 'Venereal Extra's option, or whatever). Then Jac's parents arrive and this Saturday we had planned, well something. Until Jac's Dad and myself got struck by the lergy/food/gastro Sat morn. Totally wiped out the weekend. Flat out, Vom/Death/Eye-Popping/etc.
And given that I'm such a diligent worker - why do these things happen at the weekend? Obviously feeling better now, and seeing how many of my friends are better blog and communicators than I am, it's inspired me to put it on paper (actually - that's another thing - in the electronic age - what do we put pen to?)
So I'm going to the doctors tomorrow, in the middle of the week, in work time. Ha Ha Ha.
PS - Noah's Walking!
