Monday afternoon I started coughing and by late Monday night I was all over the place. Tuesday and Wednesday were pretty much spent shivering, coughing incessantly and stuffing myself solid with cold and flu relief stuff. I’m not normally a ‘cold’ person but I could not get warm. It was like someone had turned down my body’s internal central heating. I couldn’t function. And then just as suddenly as it came, it feels like this bout of ‘flu has pretty much gone. Bizarre.
I rarely get sick and especially since moving away from the damp UK climate. I think I’ve been knocked out with flu two other times in 10 years. Both occasions were during particularly wet French winters and each took me out for a week. This dose was bad news while it lasted. I really hope it’s gone and I’m not chancing my arm trying to get back in the saddle too quickly.
It seems while Jude was in the UK, the family was snuffling with a range of winter colds, flu and in one case a nasty viral infection. It seems Jude unwittingly brought it back with her as she’s been none too bright either, complaining of a sore throat, aching limbs and a bunged up nose.
It’s just as well we we can get good medication from the local pharmacy – and at a fraction of the cost it would be to fill a prescription in the UK.
This little hiccup has taught me one thing – sometimes you just have to switch right off.
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