Saturday June 21, 2008
It seemed, in the darker hours, like I was never going to pull out of it. I did of course but not until this morning, when I woke with an almost clear set of tubes and a little burst of energy such as I’ve not experienced for over a week. A very nasty cold, and it seems that a lot of folks round these parts have been inflicted with it.
Funnily enough, the lowest part wasn’t in the dark hours. Instead it was at the medical centre’s pharmacist shop. The girl questioned me closely as to my experience with paracetamol when I asked for a supply of Night Nurse and, seemingly unsatisfied with my explanation, walked over to the senior duty pharmacist for a whispered consultation. Lordy but I hate whispered consultations to which I am not party. He looked across the shop floor at me, shrugged, and gave his approval. The girl came back to me and proceeded with the sale.
“What was that all about, then?” I asked.
“I was just checking that it was alright to sell the medicine to you.”
“When did I stop being a customer and become a suspect, then?”
She looked nervous, but decided, probably wisely, to ignore my comment.
Ah well. Shouldn’t complain, I suppose. These new rules and regulations, all in the name of Health and Safety, are doubtless well intentioned and meant to protect us from our own foolishness. And heaven knows I have an ample supply of foolishness.
Anyway. Graham’s just about over it. I still have a bit of gully-sucking to do, but I’m feeling pretty good. And Dolly, well, Dolly decided that the best way was to sleep through it all. Being fair, it was Dolly keeping her distance and not adopting the matron nurse role that persuaded me that, dreadful though it has been, I’ve not been within sight or sound of death’s door.
Just a cough and a summer cold, no more. Nothing special.