I have spent the past ten days struggling with god knows what. I thought it was a reaction - stomach irritation or somesuch - to iron tablets. That transmogrified into sorest throat I can remember having for some years - possibly since the one I had in Sixth Form which was query-glandular-fever. Or perhaps the one that Christmas when my sister was down with pharyngitis and my brother with query-glandular-fever. 94 or possibly 93.
The red throat disappeared to be replaced with a chesty cough which I accept is self-inflicted and entirely dealable with.That has persisted and for a short time manifested itself as a sneezy cold. A bad spate of very severe heartburn seems to have subsided somewhat. My throat is now back and redder that in was a week ago. My ears are doing funny things which I suspect strongly is a precursor to an ear infection. Oh gosh, I've not had one of those for years.
And Jimmy is going through a similar routine although we are not synchronised
Naturally, all of this has been accompanied by tiredness, by sudden attacks of drowsiness at inopportune moments, followed by sleeplessness during the night. I have read that a couple of bloggers have tonsillitis; at dinner on Saturday the mother on the next table remarked to her son "Well, most of your class have tonsillitis at the moment."
Meanwhile this week, I am scheduled to attend Simon Boccanegra tomorrow, an evening with Jonas Kaufmann on Wednesday (don't worry, I will not be hunkentenor stalking; I don't want him any where near me);on Thursday it's Handel and Rameau, the English concert and Carolyn Sampson.
So, this week, when I ought to be making fantastic first impressions with my new head of Unit I am actually planning to overdo things, which is a big no-no for people with CFS. And not just overdo things, but overdo things whilst under the weather. Deliberately and consciously.
Still, I'm not out next week. Wednesday week is BIG NIGHT IN.
