Wednesday, May 8, 2013
May 8. Day 128. Razor wire
Yes, I supplied the necessary drugs, kept up the fluids, made a doctor's appointment and even removed the used tissues from the bedroom without (much) complaint.
But there was not a whole lot of sympathy.
So karma has come to get me and now I have annoying virus presumably from over exposure to used tissues.
I maintain, however, that the situation is different.
I am up and at 'em. It is business as usual even though the throat feels like the razor wire I photographed under the South-east freeway this morning. (It would be quite wrong to let the small matter of a cough and cold stop the morning walk).
So I suppose I can't expect much sympathy on the home front. If anyone else feels like delivering a hot lemon drink that would be fine. Thanks. Now excuse me while I go and die.