Still have the cold

I have the runniest nose on the planet and my accent is hard enough to understand as it is without a sore throat to boot. Being ‘dosed’ (as we say in Mid Ulster) is not a good position. I have used up all the Manuka Honey I got from Holland and Barrett three weeks ago just to soothe my throat. There is only so much tea and so many Co-Codamol tablets I can take.

Also, my driver’s license renewal; for change of address; is delayed further by the need to fill in both a psychiatric and neurosis form which arrived in the post yesterday. First thing this morning I sent them to the Mental Health unit in Cookstown for my Shrink and Occupational Therapist to fill in. So much paperwork in this country. Bloody bureaucrats. :@

Now I have to floss my teeth to protect my gums. Another forced exercise for my Asperger’s brain. Some of the gaps in my teeth aren’t as obvious as others.

On a more positive note, I unearthed mum’s slow cooker; a wedding gift from 1978 which hasn’t been used in roughly twenty years; and have a pork chop cooking. Sprinkle the bowl with Worcester Sauce and cook on high for 3 1/2 to 4 hours. Had one back in Friday.

Still smarting from a Weekend from Hell, culminating in the Patriots winning the Superbowl. :@

Sore throat

I have a sore throat. Yet I wanna keep going. I have Manuka honey and need to gargle on saltwater.

 

Today was a day to forget sports wise. Arsenal were well beaten by Chelsea and Ireland lost our six nations’ opener away to Scotland.

 

I visited a relative who had a lung infection is is still vacuuming now, she was when I knocked on the door.

 

Man Flu doesn’t exist for me. Whether or not that’s a good thing is up for discussion.