My son Michael has been off school all week with a nasty chest infection. Which thankfully finally seems to be showing signs of improvement now the antibiotics have kicked in. So fingers crossed he's well enough to go back on Monday.
As for me that's another story. I came home from work on Monday with a fever and ended up being taken to the out of hours clinic by my wife. They assured me that it was just a severe case of flu and all that was needed was a few days bed-rest. I don't remember, too much about the next couple of days, other than seeing a shoal of purple piranha swimming round the bedroom. I'm assuming for now that was an hallucination. But when the fever broke I was left with a badly swollen left leg, covered in an angry looking red rash, but thankfully no piranha bites.
My regular Doctor reckons I may have picked up a unspecified bacterial infection on my last walk and had a very nasty allergic reaction to it. So I'm currently on a cocktail of antibiotics, antihistamines and painkillers. The rash is starting to look suspiciously like cellulitis and the lymph glands in my thigh are still quite badly swollen. So the only walking I'll be doing this weekend is taking the dog round the block. Hopefully I'll know a bit more when I go back to my Doctor on Tuesday.
Ironically, I was also informed this week I'd won Country Walking Magazine's letter of the month and a new pair of walking boots worth £150. The irony being that it was the walk I probably picked this infection up on that I was writing about. I guess every cloud has a silver lining after all.
Finally before I forget there's a new short-story on the blog 'Memory Glass'. I'm also currently working on another one 'How I survived the blitz (and didn't)' which I'll also be sharing on the blog in due course.
John Lennon once said "Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans." Well that's certainly been true this week. Having blown out the winter cobwebs with a walk a couple of weeks ago I'd been planning to put my writing house in order. First by completing a couple of short-stories, then by sorting out my rather messy collection of ideas and unfinished works, before getting back to writing something longer. Fat chance.