So I've been feeling coldish ever since we got back from K2 - had a few days late last week when I reckoned I was better, and was promptly proven wrong. After spending last night feverish and coughing, I went along to our nearest doctor today - who turns out to be about eight minutes walk away, actually within the estate, which was useful - and was told I have bronchitis. "All the way down", apparently, and a bit worse on the left. So I have some antibiotics, which are huge pills, and steroids, which are tiny pills of which I have to take lots at once, and special cough sryrup. And I'm to stay home until Monday, at the very least.
Which is a complete bugger, because we're already mad busy this month in work, and there are things I need to have finished by the end of quarter. I can do some from home, but not all of it, and in any case I'm hampered by the fact that I get stupid when I'm ill.
This post brought to you by half an hour's careful typing and typo removal (if there are any left, please be merciful), while listening to the BritAsia music channel, which is great.