Well, I've been coughing like a 60 a day person since Sunday, and in bed since 8pm last night having struggled big time through work (which is a nightmare in its own right, as I *still* haven't been paid for September).
I've been up - not in the proper sense, but wrapped in dressing gown zonked on sofa up - for a couple of hours and about to go back to bed any minute. I ache from head to toe, have wrenched my neck with all this coughing, shiver when not spot welded to a hot water bottle, and am now starting on the snot cycle...
The cats have been slightly worse than useless today, with the exception of Nurse Eric, who would occasionally thunder up onto the bed, stamp up towrads me and headbut whichever bit of body was poking out from under the duvet. My resulting grunt would convince him I was still alive, and he would happily collapse next to me for a bit.
So. I have one question. Why oh WHY in this age of advanced science, men on moon, organ transplants, lycra and edible knickers can't they invent a cough medicine that doesn't taste like ****? Really not what you need when you feel like heaving anyway...
