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[[!meta title="I'm just a crosshair…"]]
[[!meta author="Daniel Silverstone"]]
[[!meta date="2005-04-29 23:30:00 +0100"]]
[[!tag life]]

Yesterday I started to feel really bad. Having had a low-level sore
throat last night my body finally decided to give-out.

At 7pm I decided to go to bed because I hurt and was very tired. At
7.55pm my colleage Steve Alexander rang and offered me some food. I
asked for some easy to swallow stuff and then went back to bed. Within
15 minutes of that I started to cough fairly roughly. Once I was upright
the coughing subsided and I waited for Steve. Once Steve turned up I
thought I should take some of my preventer so I grabbed a puff of it and
within 5 seconds I was rushing to the bathroom to cough up a large lump
of something nasty. It had blood in it so I asked to see the hotel
doctor.

Eventually the doctor turned up, diagnosed me with a nasty chest
infection and has given me paracetamol and codeine for the pain,
antibiotics for the chest and some throat lozenges for soothing my
throat. Total cost? Around 320$AU. I hope my health insurance covers
this.

This morning I just feel tired but the thought of sleeping any longer
really doesn’t appeal so I imagine I shall zombie around the conference
all day resting and chatting quietly with people about the
specifications I’m involved in.