I'm sick!

This week I came down with a cold - apparently I'm the 3rd or 4th one at college to come down with one, but I can't quite remember. Anyway, I'm being a typical male baby about it, and I really wish that my dear wife was with me to plump my pillows, administer muti, dab my sweaty brow, and generally make the right "ag shame" noises to sustain me until I've shaken off this nasty thing!

I ... JUST ... DON'T ... LIKE ... BEING ... SICK!

Gotta love blogs. They provide a platform to rant as much as you like - something I can't necessary do with my congregation. Cowboys don't cry (especially from their pulpits), and that sort of thing...

Fortunately, I'm taking heed of advice that a GP gave me many years ago. He said that if he loads me up with all manners of medication, I'll shake the thing off in 7 days. If he does nothing, it'll take a week. So I'm dosing myself up with "Wood's Great Peppermint Cure" (now R21.95 a bottle - eish! It used to be eight bucks when I first got married), throwing an extra blanket on the bed, and sweating it out. I'll be back to full tilt next week. Promise!