Quarantine us now

Day 22

My body is now is system overload, so I have given up and gone to the Doc's for antibiotics. Apparently, I have an ear infection (which I knew), a throat infection (which I suspected), and now a chest infection as well (which I caught off Sam, who came home at the weekend with a bit of 'flu).

He's not doing too badly because he is young. He just sleeps - for hours and hours and hours - and his body gets on with repairing itself while he's unconscious. I remember being like that at his age, those days when if sleeping was an Olympic sport, I could probably have got at least a Bronze. Marvellous.

Steve is now living in a hotbed of infection and nasty bugs and is coping quite well. He's managing not to go down with anything himself but I think he's feeling a lot worse than he says. Yesterday, for instance, he got out the ironing board to attempt the ironing pile and managed two t-shirts before needing a bit of a sit down. Gave me a lovely smile and promised to do another two later.

So the big question is (and thanks for your comment, Lucie sweetheart), did I get more ill because I thought I would after doing my Rune cast, or did that just predict it accurately? Sam thinks the former, and gave me one of those slightly pained looks that kids do, when they despair of bringing you up right. I'm not so sure, because I thought it might indicate I would just take longer to get well than anticipated - I don't recall thinking I'd actually deteriorate.

Ah well, it is how it is. Me and the sofa are now so welded to each others shapes that dinner and a movie seems appropriate. I'm taking so many pills (including vit C and painkillers) that I'm expecting McNulty to do a wire-tap on me, and I'm still bored rigid cos my heads too wobbly to read. My New Life, it would seem, is temporarily on hold. Hey ho.