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Germs from Space
Jul. 11th, 2007 10:14 am
Memo to self: When in Singapore, one does not even think of spitting in the street, no matter how discreetly and no matter what you've just coughed up.
For the last three weeks my sinuses have been thoroughly colonised by green things from the outer solar system that have converted my head into a 24-hour crud factory. Not helped either by an occasional hacking cough and a reoccurring sore throat that I can't shake off, though strangely my ears are clear and I'm well past the infective stage. I could do with a second course of Amoxicillin and a week off aeroplanes please, but there's no chance of that as I'll be back in Blighty tomorrow morning then go east again to Bangkok tomorrow night. Tell me: why do I do this to myself?
For the last three weeks my sinuses have been thoroughly colonised by green things from the outer solar system that have converted my head into a 24-hour crud factory. Not helped either by an occasional hacking cough and a reoccurring sore throat that I can't shake off, though strangely my ears are clear and I'm well past the infective stage. I could do with a second course of Amoxicillin and a week off aeroplanes please, but there's no chance of that as I'll be back in Blighty tomorrow morning then go east again to Bangkok tomorrow night. Tell me: why do I do this to myself?
