I'm a sick child!

I found out the hard way what happens when you try to boast!

I was mentioning to someone the other day that I have managed to get through my entire stay in Uitenhage without having anything happen to me health-wise. The words were hardly cold on the air when the first tickle started at the back of my throat.

Having survived a day at College, and then Barry's funeral (which just about knocked my emotions for six - especially when his wife picked up their little boy during the service), things went downhill fast by the time I got to home cell last night. When I woke up this morning, I still felt grotty, but because cowboys don't cry (especially in front of their congregations) and I had a service to conduct this afternoon, I got dressed and "Tupperwared" and dragged my sorry ass to the office.

My Superintendent took one look at me, and said, "Forget it - you aren't going ANYWHERE today other than the doctor's, and then bed. And that's an order!" He also agreed to take my service for me.

Having managed to get an appoimentment with the doctor at 12:00, I hung around the office for the rest of the morning, drinking tea, chatting, being fortified on chelsea buns, and listening to comments about my illness accompanied by porcine grunting sounds. Thankfully I don't have swine flu, but I've been booked off until Monday nevertheless. Now I'm sitting at home, having just taken my muti, and it's time for a good long sleeeeeeeeeeeep...