Sinusitis is back with a vengeance.
My head feels like there's a Frenchman living in it.
Everything is sore, even my teeth hurt.
I've blown my way through half a box of tissues since yesterday, but the brain drain has subsided and I'm just counting the hours until the chesty cough come seal trump noises start.
Bad enough having to spend the entire weekend in bed with fever and all bodily faculties manifestly causing distress, not only on my part, but also Dr Livingstone's. He wanted to go walking, swimming and move stuff about in the garage, but some bug in my system thwarted his plans
Gah. I really, really don't like these seasons changing all the time. Where's my lovely sunshine?