I'm back, sorry but I have been busy at work and not had time to post and I have also been sick. Nothing serious just a touch of Bubonic Plague or Double (treble?) Pneumonia or terminal Flu with a touch of Ebola.
Yes you're right, I had a cold, which lasted for 3 days. No I did not stay off work, I took some paracetamol and lots and lots of handkerchiefs. It is amazing the advice you get from people about how to deal with colds but I am of the Barbara Woodhouse school of thought which says that the virus just wants to be tucked up in bed with a nice hot lemon drink so I refuse to give it what it wants.
I hate being sick, one of the good things about getting older is that you don't get so many colds as you have met all the viruses in the past and your body has developed the immunity required. So it is annoying when you do get one. Strangely my wife did not get a cold so I must have got this one from her (is she a typhoid Mary?).
While I was feeling miserable a young foreign guy attended the department with obvious flu. Normally I am quite harsh with people who present at A&E with flu as all they are doing is infecting the waiting room and the staff and we are not going to do anything for them. But I did feel a bit sorry for this youngster. He had obviously heard of the wonders of the NHS and his presenting complaint to me was "I have the flu, I need someone to look after me," you are absolutely right, you do need someone to look after you but it ain't going to be us. What a shame, poor kid, I gave him appropriate advice and sent him home to bed - it is his mum he needs, not hospital.