That is if anyone can actually tie it back to me.
I know exactly who gave it to me, and when.
Saturday, at the hospital out of hours surgery, an old lady arrived in a taxi and booked in.
As she took her seat, the cleaner addressed her by name and we all got to know what was wrong with her.
‘I’ve got one of these ‘orrible flu bugs,’ she announced proudly. ‘Headache, chesty cough, temperature, sweats. Feel bloody lousy, and I’ve had me flu jab too!’
I’ve had a tickly cough for a few days. This is not unusual for me when the weather changes, so I’ve been taking the occasional dose of cough mixture and doing OK.
Monday I wasn’t feeling too bright and had a sore throat, but I’d had a bad night, and Hubby said I was snoring.
Last night was the same, so out came my mate Vic and I slept pretty well for a few hours.
This morning I awoke with a horrendous headache, sore throat and my cough was worse.
I took a couple of paracetamol and felt better, but I have possibly infected the darts team (luckily we don’t have a match next week, but sorry girls), and although I was very conscientious when I coughed, I have probably passed on this ‘orrible flu bug to everyone in the doctor’s surgery today.
Tomorrow we shall be stocking up with the flu remedies as what we thought was a second pack in the OTC box was in fact plasters as that box fitted better than the original in the space available.
Oops on more counts than one.