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Date: 19 February 2006 20:07:02
Not the mask. (The pharmacist at Boots reckoned it wouldn't afford much protection). But 'stick it up your nose and stop your cold from starting' device; a horrible, sickly, viscous fluid that makes the wretched organ drip like nobody's business does appear to have stopped the Big Green Slime Monster and his cohorts from taking up residence. As Mr Miff and I have one each, the scene in the bathroom at bedtime is probably best not described!
Anyway. In the end I leapt on to a train, trawled round buying up half of M and S's ready meal section, (Think I got a bit carried away there; Ms Miff has enough stuff now to last her a good couple of weeks!*) then charged across town to her abode. Found offspring up, dressed, and a wee bit better, but definitely weak and woozy - thanks in part to industrial strength Benylin Flu cure. And the slime monster is definitely well and kicking; she sounds like a sealion in full cry. With exams, assessments, open days to attend and UCAS forms to complete, (including the dreaded personal statement) NOT good timing. Especially as in my own experience of flu, the temptation at the first sign of rallying is to rush off and totally overdo things before relapsing.
I call her earlier this evening and she's decided to crawl in tomorrow and see if she can beg time just to sit and do research before sitting the exam next day. And as BF will be around on Monday, maybe he can persuade her to see a doctor.
* Well, chocolate brazil nuts, sticky toffee pudding and custard are all good, nourishing foods, aren't they?! ;)