Fun Frolics....
So... Easter Weekend, camped in a snowy field, I got a sore throat - spent half of Saturday asleep in the tent, took things slowly on Sunday (apart from taking the Advanced Combat training, and getting a sword in the upper lip in the one line fight I took part in, and learning interact with civilians), home on Monday then slept a lot again.
Tuesday, I came home at lunchtime. I'd told 'em I'd a sore throat and didn't want to talk much - they promised to shield me from the 'phones for a day or two - they did until half eleven. When an hour later no-one else had answered a 'phone at all, I felt awful. Home at 1330, once everyone had had lunch, then slept all afternoon.
Wednesday: Doctor's appointment! Drugs! Acute tonsilitis, all to be much improved within 24 hours! Back at work by Friday!
Friday: Still getting worse! Cannot eat, drinking difficult, breathing difficult, sleeping sat upright to keep airway clear!
Saturday: Should be very concerned at weekend clinic telling me to get there ASAP, then a Doctor seeing me within two minutes of arrival....
Monday: broke out of hospital, after having needles and scalpels inserted into my mouth repeatedly for three days. Doctor's rule of target practice? Anesthetic: aim low - sharp thing: aim high...
Apparently, I had a peritonsilar abcess a.k.a. a quinsey. I now have many types of anti-inflammitory, pain relieving and anti-biotic drugs. They've signed me off 'till the end of the week, and though I really hoped to go back tomorrow I felt worse waking up today than yesterday, and suspect I will again need to sleep for 3 hours after lunch. In which case, next week it may have to be! Also, if I'm not fit enough tomorrow, one day's pay isn't worth the risk in my mind, and Linda may come to Cambridge, so long weekend good :-D
Now I just need to rob a bank, having managed to work a grand total of four hours last week...
Tuesday, I came home at lunchtime. I'd told 'em I'd a sore throat and didn't want to talk much - they promised to shield me from the 'phones for a day or two - they did until half eleven. When an hour later no-one else had answered a 'phone at all, I felt awful. Home at 1330, once everyone had had lunch, then slept all afternoon.
Wednesday: Doctor's appointment! Drugs! Acute tonsilitis, all to be much improved within 24 hours! Back at work by Friday!
Friday: Still getting worse! Cannot eat, drinking difficult, breathing difficult, sleeping sat upright to keep airway clear!
Saturday: Should be very concerned at weekend clinic telling me to get there ASAP, then a Doctor seeing me within two minutes of arrival....
Monday: broke out of hospital, after having needles and scalpels inserted into my mouth repeatedly for three days. Doctor's rule of target practice? Anesthetic: aim low - sharp thing: aim high...
Apparently, I had a peritonsilar abcess a.k.a. a quinsey. I now have many types of anti-inflammitory, pain relieving and anti-biotic drugs. They've signed me off 'till the end of the week, and though I really hoped to go back tomorrow I felt worse waking up today than yesterday, and suspect I will again need to sleep for 3 hours after lunch. In which case, next week it may have to be! Also, if I'm not fit enough tomorrow, one day's pay isn't worth the risk in my mind, and Linda may come to Cambridge, so long weekend good :-D
Now I just need to rob a bank, having managed to work a grand total of four hours last week...