Happy New Year and all that.
With just four days of 2008 remaining, I’ve given up on reaching 2000 miles for the year. On Friday I started feeling flu-like, which developed into a chesty cough. It was only a fortnight since my last chesty cough, which knocked my asthma and made be get my first brown inhaler and a course of steroids, and this second cough knocked my breathing again.
So, I went back to the docs on Monday and got another lot of steroids, pus a course of antibiotics. I spent the period up to and over Christmas wheezing, eating very little and not sleeping.
I got to finish Christmas Day by going mental – a lovely side-effect of the steroids. Proper, curled up in a ball, making repetitive movements and being genuinely convinced that I would die. Not pleasant and not something that I ever want to repeat, but luckily only lasted a couple of hours, while the kids were in bed and while I wasn’t in on my own!
Update: Another course of antibiotics started yesterday and I get to go for a chest X-ray next week if it doesn’t clear up. And the steroids haven’t given me moobs sorry, just temporary mentalness.