I should have got them when I was doing the weekly shop last Friday but I just never thought of it and Ray thought we had some in the medicine box but when the need came to take them, there they weren't. So I had to dash down to the chemist first thing Monday morning and we both started taking them straight away.
I know you don't take anti-biotics for a cold but Ray's had gone to his chest and I remembered the dear old haematologist way back at Carlisle Infirmary, who wore socks and sandals whatever season, who told me due to my condition (neutropenia, which means my penias are all neutroed, ha ha, but seriously my white blood corpusles are all lounging about in my bone marrow like lazy teenagers instead of out there fighting infections) any time I got a sore throat I should take them. This is not so easy in England as by the time you get a doctor's appointment you are either dead or better. Here, you can just go down to the chemist and buy them over the counter. Even if they are on strike, although they won't give you a receipt, you just have to go back for it the next day, if you want it!
So I would like to report that I am feeling better but I can't, but at least I'm not feeling worse and Ray is a good bit better. We had to call off a dinner party planned for Tuesday evening but nearly everyone we know is poorly anyway. Nevertheless, we have salvaged the remains of the pergola over the last few days and Ray has cut down two more branches of the huge olive tree overhanging the wall we are finishing. We now have the most expensive kindling wood in history and a huge bonfire to light.
Despite being ill I've managed to minister to Ray, walk the dog, cook the dinner and potter about outside in the sun every day. Greece in the winter is quite lovely and the recent cold snap seems to have turned the remaining leaves on this pistacia tree a wonderful colour.
I know you don't take anti-biotics for a cold but Ray's had gone to his chest and I remembered the dear old haematologist way back at Carlisle Infirmary, who wore socks and sandals whatever season, who told me due to my condition (neutropenia, which means my penias are all neutroed, ha ha, but seriously my white blood corpusles are all lounging about in my bone marrow like lazy teenagers instead of out there fighting infections) any time I got a sore throat I should take them. This is not so easy in England as by the time you get a doctor's appointment you are either dead or better. Here, you can just go down to the chemist and buy them over the counter. Even if they are on strike, although they won't give you a receipt, you just have to go back for it the next day, if you want it!
So I would like to report that I am feeling better but I can't, but at least I'm not feeling worse and Ray is a good bit better. We had to call off a dinner party planned for Tuesday evening but nearly everyone we know is poorly anyway. Nevertheless, we have salvaged the remains of the pergola over the last few days and Ray has cut down two more branches of the huge olive tree overhanging the wall we are finishing. We now have the most expensive kindling wood in history and a huge bonfire to light.
Despite being ill I've managed to minister to Ray, walk the dog, cook the dinner and potter about outside in the sun every day. Greece in the winter is quite lovely and the recent cold snap seems to have turned the remaining leaves on this pistacia tree a wonderful colour.
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