I can honestly say - if the tales of what "proper" flu is - that I have never had it. I've had bad colds that seem to take an eon to depart, but I have never been bed-ridden as such.
The only time I was, was the Labyrrithinitus which is an absolute hoot.
Take it from me. You'll bloody well know if you've
really got it.
I've had it proper twice in my life, and it is the nearest thing to thinking you're going to die that I've experienced.
It's the bloody time that it takes before you even start to feel as though you're starting to get better too. About 2 weeks of sheer hell iirc
I remember back in '85 living on my own, having to crawl on my hands and knees down the stairs to ring and beg for the quack to come out to see me as I was so bloody terrified.
He just came in through the unlocked door and found me lying down in front of the fire shivering, and said ...."flu, lot of it about. Can't do anything. Drink plenty, rest plenty and ring me if you're no better in a fortnight".
Anyhoo, I'm going to the quaks in the morning, just to see what I can do or take, if anything.
Mrs GROWLER is now fearing I'm talking meself into it. She talks a load shite sometimes too.
I'm rightly worried imo, and should have packed my bags and brought myself right home, not that that would /could have made any difference really.
