Welcome to the Haus of Lurgy. One cough and you’ll get slimed. Or infected.
I’m on antibiotics and whilst Mr. L likes to think that he’s too much of a man to be on antibiotics… the only reason he’s not popping pills like me is because he’s a doctor dodger. Me? I’m up the surgery declaring brain disease the moment I feel an attack of sphenopalatine ganglioneuralgia coming on – when really, all I need to do is put down the Ben & Jerrys.
Have you googled sphenopalatine ganglioneuralgia yet?
The only one who seems to have avoided this roller coaster ride of mucus is Leila, so we’ve taken to approaching her with our eyes slit in mock suspicion, pointing our fingers and whispering “carrier”… “disease spreader”…
It tickles her funny bone to see one of us bend ourselves in half, coughing a lung onto the kitchen floor. A cuter giggle you never did hear.
All this is really just to say, sorry for the lack of posts. I’m on day 2 of the red and white striped meds and will hopefully be back in functioning form in the next couple of days. Until then, I’m quite enjoying watching Martha Stewart Crafts on QVC, made-for-tv afternoon movies and (heaven forbid) Jeremy Kyle. No. Not really Jeremy Kyle, I’m not THAT ill.
Mucho love and phlegm x