bitful

I did not go to work yesterday. On the way in, I started dripping bucketfuls of sweat on my not very impressed fellow commuters, so I turned around and went back to bed.

I slept and sweated all day and I hope this time I finally got rid of the cold I came back from holidays with one month ago.

A whole month of sneezing and coughing and tossing and turning each night in bed because I can't breathe properly.

I must say I have so far been blessed with good health. A tiny weekend cold per year, usually at the weekend not to take time off work, and that's usually it. And that's just as well, as I think I'm not the best with illness.

I fear my Italian origins resurface the moment something is wrong with me, and an attention-seeking dramatic streak takes center stage.

However, it's not like I act on it. Illness will disappear by itself if you ignore it for long enough, won't it? So I wait until I have to be carried before taking anything any sort of medication or go to the doctor.

But guys, a cold that lasts a whole month? Surely I should be allowed to start worrying now? Right?

Oh, and while we are at it, it's ‘meter’ (ending in -er) for measuring devices (thermometer, gas meter), but ‘metre’ (ending in -re, in British English) for words related to length (100 metres, kilometre).

Cough.

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