Coldy

It’s been quiet around here over the Christmas break as I’ve spent most of it lying on my parents’ sofa, feeling ill. I’ve given up trying to predict when I’ll get over it, so shall just wait it out. I went on a 7 mile walk this morning so must be a bit better, but am pretty exhausted this afternoon.

In the meantime, and in the spirit of New Year lists, here are the 9 Most Badass Bible Verses.

Not so ill

Yesterday morning my throat was so bad that in half-asleep mode I convinced myself it was clearly tonsilitis / something worse, and nothing would ever be the same again. Obviously this was craziness, and two aspirin got rid of it completely for a few hours. Later in the day it became obvious it had been precursor to a cold, and I now have copious amounts of what I can only assume is melted brain leaking from my nose, plus a distant ringing in my years. Lemsip, happily, completely saves the day. It’s actually a fair bit better this morning, so hopefully I’ll be fine for mountain climbing at the weekend.

Bleurgh

Had a bad night’s sleep, and this morning my throat is swollen to the extent I can’t speak properly. Feeling pretty crappy to go with it, but that could be a) real b) in my head because I know I’m a bit poorly – it wasn’t like that overnight, after all c) because I haven’t eaten. The doctors is fully booked until Thursday afternoon, annoyingly, so I guess I’ll go find some syrup or something and see how it goes.