It's not the cough . . .

I have been feeling terrible for the best part of a week, with a dreadful cough that shakes my entire body without the benefit of shifting any phlegm. My bloodpressure shot up, headaches abounded and the drugs seemed to do nothing towards actually stopping me coughing. However they did send me into a semi-sleep almost permanently, and maintained my brainpower at an extremely low level.

I decided to go back to work today, although still having a medical certificate, I felt that I could always go home early, which I would not like to do once the MC expired, if the fact that I had been laid sparko on the bed for days meant I tired too much when back on duty.

So there I was walking into the office at 22 minutes past 7 this morning only to realise that I would do much more work if I had actually brought the computer with me. I decided to retreat home and spend the day up, rather than collapsed on the bed, as practise for a better attempt at work tomorrow.

I have cut out the anti cough stuff, it does bugger all good and instead I am now actively seeking a cosmetic surgeon to change me as this charming lady; so that the coughs could be more easily be held inside.

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For those interested, it was my paternal grandmother who would quote, not usually in connection with anything apparently relevant,

"It's not the cough that carries you off,

It's the coffin they carries you off in."