Wednesday, 21 August 2013

A martyr for the cause

I'm doing a lot of moaning at the moment and really making D suffer a bit in the process.  I don't mean to but it's a natural by product of having the cold from hell and not being able to take anything for it.

I "can" take some paracetamol but not too much, but my brain is telling me I really shouldn't.  If there's any chance taking paracetamol could cause a problem I'd rather soldier on without.  Obviously I'm shooting myself in the foot here, but I keep telling myself it's not forever and it's for the best.  I still feel like crap though and repeatedly tell D who obligingly encourages me to rest. Probably so he can play more Call of Duty in peace with his boys though!

But....The worst thing has to be this cough from the deep dark recesses of hell accompanied by the razor blades which have been fixed in my throat.... For those, I haven't yet found a safe relief.  Doc is checking it over this morning to make sure it's not an infection and I shall ask what my options are but I'm pretty sure I'll be told gargle with salt water. ..... *shudder* but whatever is best not for me but the little one right?

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