A Bad Week

I've had the flu for the last week. A voice like Barry White (I know he's dead -- that's what I mean), asthma to die for, and a five day course of steriods to make me look like the Hulk. In my hand I have a piece of paper from Mr. Doctor that is a prescription for a course of antibiotics. Thankfully the phelm has cleared enough -- due to the steriods giving me enough lung capacity to shift it -- that the prescription isn't necessary. Still coughing up strings and blobs of grey, green and yellow spittle, but hey, I'm alive... and back to work.

The astma is a real worry though -- a subject to deal with at another time.

Of course, the flu didn't exactly help my exam preparation -- it kicked in two nights before the big day. Neither did the International football either -- poor old Wales missing out again. I'm sure my hacking and spluttering cheered up all my fellow exam-sitting students no end. There's nothing worse than taking an exam next to a sniffler is there...

And I had a filling last Tuesday too.

And I had to hold India at the Doctors on Thursday while she had her first set of jabs. She screamed like a banshee. The needle was at least 3 inches long and stuck twice deep into her leg muscles. A real cocktail of nasties were injected and she's not really been herself since.


...But not that bad.

The exam went OK.

England are World Rugby Champions.

I won a four pack of beers off my Aussie mate Keir (well done Jonny W). "The Empire Strikes Back!"

India's been developing at a rapid pace -- she's a smasher!

Mark (from Chicago) visited for one night only -- we hadn't seen him for 15 months, so it was ace to catch up. He also fixed the PC.

Oxford United are top of the league!