Hak, kaff-kaff (ii)

[caddyman]

Dosed up with vast amounts of paracetamol and awash with gallons of orange juice I don't feel too bad right now, though the old stomach is sore with coughing and sneezing. The worst part is after lying down for a few minutes when the lungs start making noises and feeling somewhat akin to discarded crisp packets filled with porridge.

Apart from feeling tired, I don't actually feel all that ill, but enough gunk is coming up to persuade me otherwise. I'm sure there's a pocket watch in the handkerchief somewhere. I think I need a specialised meddy that keeps my snot glands dry in the old hooter, whilst maintaining a certain moistness to the lungs allowing the expectorant cough syrup to scour its merry way through my system.

Intelligent design? Don't make me laugh. If we were designed we'd have blow holes on the back of our leads like dolphins and such so that everything didn't have to go down the same set of tubes.

See, I warned you, didn't I?

Comments

[ysharros.livejournal.com]

Take care of yourself sweets - we're not getting any younger (dammit) and even a cold can be hellish.

As for the crisp-packet sound; if you have fluid in your lungs I have been told (and remember from the few times I've had the *real* flu) that it's better not to lie down flat. Prop yourself up on as many pillows as you can while still being able to sleep; back when I had the flu real bad, it was the only way I could stop coughing long enough to get to sleep. I ended up with a pillow fortress behind and around me - a few to prop you up on the sides is a good idea, or was for me since I had a tendency to slip down and sideways and end up with one giant crick in my neck & back.

Hope you feel better soon. Where's Nurse Furtle, anyway?! :-)

[caddyman.livejournal.com]

Nurse Furtle came around earlier this afternoon and made sure I was properly drugged and tucked up. Then I got fed up with lying down blowing bubbles so we watched an episode of House.

She is now out with a friend, braving the boozers of Chalk Farm despite her abject dislike of loud fireworks this time of year.

[fredlums.livejournal.com]

From one sickbed to another -get well soon

[bluesman.livejournal.com]

I was once prescribed some pills to clear the liquid from my lungs. I got back to the office from the pharmacy and took one. I should have read the label: "to be taken with food". I took it with a mouthful of water and it got me high. I kid you not. I was tottering about the office, stretching my hands out to the wall and cubicle partitions, so as not to fall over. I sat at my desk for a few hours, wondering why the hecky thump some people like feeling that way, and was eventually okay to 'cycle home without weaving about the road.

Be careful with the meds, there, Bwy!