Well. I had my autumn cold, which morped into my winter cold, dug its heels in and turned into a nice little winter ‘flu.
It wasn’t until I dug my heels in and insisted on Prednisolone (one tablet per day for six days) that the darned thing went away and left me to pick up the pieces.
That’s what I’ve been busy doing ever since.
Until yesterday. Yesterday I started on a nice little summer ‘flu.
Doctors are not much use to an old man with recurring colds and ‘flu. No romance or excitement, I suppose.
So, there you go. I’ve had a nasty 36 hours but turned the corner this afternoon.
Bleuh!
