Saturday, 24 February 2018


At 11 o’clock, I was fine, happy, energetic.
At 1, I felt the first tingle at the back of my throat.
At 3, I was rolled up in blankets shivering.

In the meantime, I had sprung into action. Vitamins supplements, anti flu medication, paracetamol, a bag of potato chips and half a Brie cheese had been eaten quickly and a liter of lemon infused water quickly drunk. Feeding the body is essential to keep the immune system working.
Also a hot shower, three layers of clothes, warm socks, scarf and hat had been arranged to keep the body warm. With teeth brushed, tongue scraped, mouth gurgling fulfilled to reduce continued bacterial growth and to limit contamination, I went into full on fever by early afternoon.

I have had it before. I know what to do. I am prepared and I act quickly at the first sign.
I rarely get sick but when I do, it is intense. Like small children intense but usually short lasting.

Now, about 24 hours later, all that remains is a slight sniffer in the nose and some disorientation.
The heart didn’t like is at all however and is acting up.
The baby illness grew into a toddler temper tantrum.
But I am prepared for that too, and should be back on all cylinders within the next 24 hours or so.