I've caught that horrible virus that's going round. I started last week with a bad chest, it was really sore whenever I breathed, and that's developed in to a hacking cough. I'm not getting any sleep, I'm coughing all night long and my ribs ache with it.
I'm not very good when I'm ill, I don't make a good patient. It's just as well then that I'm not ill very often. I had an awful cold last December which started at the beginning of the month and returned for the Christmas period, but other than that, the last time I was ill was in May 2014, three years ago, and that was just a cold too.
The bank holiday weekend was a bit of a washout weather wise so it didn't make much difference that I didn't venture out. I haven't been swimming this week, in fact, I'm wondering if that's where I've picked this virus up from. Actually, I know where it's come from, Mick's had it for the last couple of weeks, but he might have picked it up from the swimming baths. He's not like me though, he copes with illness very well, you won't find him complaining that he's got man flu. I can't remember the last time he took any time off work sick, it was definitely over ten years ago, and then he only took the time off because he couldn't drive. I could count on the fingers of one hand the number of times he's taken any time off whilst I've known him (thirty years) and still have fingers spare.
I'm just hoping that I'm coming towards the end of it now and that it's not one of those things which hangs around for weeks. Fingers crossed.