It all started off so well!
Walking off into town to visit a friend on Friday evening. The weather had been iffy of late so I was wearing a shirt over my normal t-shirt and had a jacket with me in case it decided to rain again. Great evening; good chat, good films (in the form of a TV series (Almost Human)), good food, and, of course (the excuse for the pun) I picked up my copies of "Stars of Black"
The evening was going well, up until around about 10 or 11 when I started wheezing a little. I was hoping it was just a case of the cold air and 'exertion' of walking (I take no prisoners when walking and unless I actually concentrate I tend to walk quite quickly). The wheezing got a little worse and a slight cough was added with the lower part of my throat (somewhere near the bronchia I think) feeling a bit sore, especially after a cough.
So I decided to call it a day earlier than we normally do and headed back home. Tumbled straight into bed and ... failed to sleep more than about 20 or 30 minutes at a stretch. And still haven't up until now. The wheezing has, I am glad to say, gone, but I have turned into a 'snot monster' - and I am glad I bought a couple of boxes of tissues on my way out that evening - prescient or what?
Yesterday, Saturday, I was supposed to be heading out to a folk music event with another friend but feeling like I did there was no way I wanted to go. The really bad thing about that was I was supposed to go to anotehr folk even with him about a month or so back and ... I came over 'all weird' when visiting my dad (dizzy, feeling nauseous, sweats - I was genuinely wondering how I was going to get home as I would not be safe to drive, but the main effects passed) so had to pass on that. I think I must be allergic to folk music!
Back to the good news, I should be fine tomorrow to do my usual shamble into town to pick up my usual chocolate supply and drop some of them off to my ex-work colleague who is undergoing chemo. She was the lucky(?) recipient of a t-shirt last Monday as I had ordered a couple of Sydney Padua's designed t-shirts with Ada Lovelace and Charles Babbage on and, somehow, had arranged it such that one of them was a ladies t-shirt (yay, me !)