Monday, 2 July 2012
A note from my sick bed
Just a brief update to say that the tests have come back to say that my current chest infection is resistant to the first two lots of anti-biotics I was given. No wonder I felt like death warmed up this morning and my peak flow was the lowest yet . . . My Doctor called me to tell me the results and ask how I was feeling . . . I think she must have known the answer to that one . . . Anyway, have new anti-biotics which, touch wood, should be turning the tide of infection build-up in my lungs. And thank de Lord, I don't have to take any more of those filthy things the Hospital gave me. Ye Gods - SIDE-EFFECTS? I had half a dozen of the nastiest, including turning my saliva to battery acid. You just couldn't get rid of the awful taste (Clarithromycin).
I think my liver is on its knees, begging for respite too. Anyway, I am going back to my sick-sofa now and will be available to give lectures on daytime television from next week onwards . . .
The posy above is one I picked from my garden last week. Sadly all the rain we've had has done for the Paul's Himalayan Musk now and that's gone right over, but the Kiftsgate is about to start unfurling for a brief week of glory.