…..The Year of the London Olympics.
The Year of the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee.
Will you make it a year to remember?
I hope so!…..
…..I have a cold!…..
But not that you’d really notice, I just feel utterly crap as opposed to those who sound coldly crap or look it with their noses running down their face. Mine never does that. It’s the low grade fever and headache and my itching peppery nose that makes me feel so bleugh!
Having survived almost the whole term dodging germs of all sizes, we went to Mark and Kate’s wedding on Saturday and it seems I’ve brought more than memories away with me. Somebody I hugged or air kissed has breathed the lurgy of the moment over my persona and I’m now riddled with a pepper nose (feel I want to sneeze all the time), ear ache and a fever.
Oh well, nothing I can do really except take the Lemsip to school with me and keep warm-fat chance in our ‘practically below the legal limit music room that I’m teaching in first thing!’-and drink loads to wash it out of me. Doesn’t feel like this is anything more than a head cold, so I shouldn’t be fussing, but it’s already got me in a quandary over my Pred reduction. I’ve been struggling on 30mg-and already so SOB that things are really tough and very uncomfortable-and to think, the plan was I was actually going to go down to 25mg on Friday-big problem there, me thinks that may have to wait. I’m racked with aches and pains as it is and feeling yeuch from the less Pred, how simply dare a cold now show it’s ugliness. As if I haven’t got a big enough case of the reduction blues already.
…..Oh well, off to school to mingle my germs with those of approximately twelve hundred others!…..
Post Script: The second this hints at going south I’m bringing in the SAS!
…..So tonight is November 5th. If your lungs are like mine, don’t breathe for a few days!…..
So who exactly was Guy Fawkes?
In 1605, thirteen young men planned to blow up
the Houses of Parliament. Their leader was
Guy Fawkes, Britain’s most notorious traitor.
On the very night that the Gunpowder Plot was foiled, on November 5th, 1605, bonfires were set alight to celebrate the safety of the King. Since then, November 5th has become known as Bonfire Night. The event is commemorated every year with fireworks and burning effigies of Guy Fawkes on a bonfire.
Personally, I loathe fireworks night. The noise, the cold, the damp, the smell of the gunpowder which lingers for days, and the mere fact that now we seem to have Fireworks Season rather than fireworks night. It all makes for a nasty time for those of us with bad lungs. Last night the weekend seemed to kick off with the first of the local displays. I mean, we’ve just suffered Armageddon aka Diwali, and Armageddon 2 aka Hallowe’en weekend, and now this I also have a panic stricken tiny doglet who is terrified of fireworks. The pair of us had to venture out into the great rocket filled unknown last night for her trips to the toilet-and every time, a rocket banged overhead and shot us both out of our skins. And every time I had to breathe in that musty damp smoky gunpowder, the air tainted with phosphorous and sulphur, I induced massive horrid coughing spasms. I gave up and passed the buck for Julian to take her out-plus, he being pack leader managed to coax a wee wee out of her!
I never really enjoyed fireworks as a kid. My memory is of being cold, tired and sitting on Daddy’s shoulders getting pins and needles in my feet! And now I’m a firework avoider with these lungs and a miniature doglet to protect.
Thankfully, Guy Fawkes failed and was hanged. I do however wonder what we are celebrating on November 5th? His hanging or his failure?
…..Whatever your take on tonight, just watch those lungs, and be safe…..