I turned 45 yesterday. I don’t mind birthdays no matter what the number. I’m one of those “who cares, it’s only a number” people. But this birthday has been rotten. Not because of the birthday, but because I am sick. Out of the blue I have a hideous chest infection; coughing till I choke, wheezing in my chest, sore muscles from coughing type sick.
Tony keeps saying I should go to A&E and get checked out. No way – I will see my own Doctor on Monday. In the meantime I am sleeping when I need to, drinking plenty, taking painkillers and trying not to blame the savagery of my cold on my advancing age 😉