beating the sickness
i think ive finally kicked the sickness. i actually did the course of anti biotics properly and didnt go nuts on the multivitamins or anything like that. last couple of days training have been pretty good apart from this crap thing they call the british summer which seems to be about as good for training as the african monsoon season. ah well.
in other news apart from kicking the sickness, i thought i was dying the other night, it was a combination of a really vivid dream in which i fell off the back of a boat for whatever reason, and a chest infection which was impeding my breathing alot, so i started to drown in my dream, so naturally started flailing my arms and everything in bed, and coughing and spluttering like mad. i eventually saved myself and woke up feeling rather chuffed with myself for beating death once again, and instead of being applauded by the misses for my death defying feat against the watery evil, i was met with a torrent of abuse for waking her up and flailing about the bed. i tell you, some people are quite ungrateful. next time she triumphes over evil or anything like that i wont even give her a high 5.
