I have the lurgy. It is passing but it renders me a useless lump, energyless and uncohesive. Typical man, I know.
I had planned to write a follow up to the previous post but my muse has left me.
Perhaps I really am an artist, pulling on sorrow and pain to reach places untapped.
Or perhaps I’m just being over dramatic, it’s only a cold fer feckssake.
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I think you passed lurgy a few days ago. It is my opinion that you’re proper poorly and should go to the doctor and get signed off for a day or two.
Advice duly noted (and.. ehh.. ignored).
If I’m still sick come the weekend then yeah, antibiotics (AGAIN!!!)