one flu and feeling cuckoo, at best

{Anna having her makeup done for the shoot}

Hey! Guess what! I've spent the best part of the last week or so, in bed....sick....again. Ridiculous. I thought I had a simple head cold, insisting to friends and family that I would be fine the following day. Three days later, I had a fever and was curled up in bed, shivering, coughing, sweating and being all attractive. So, I headed to the local medical clinic where I had phoned earlier to make an appointment. The glass doors of the clinic were plastered with the same sign, which read, "If you have cold or flu symptoms, DO NOT ENTER. Call reception and wait for someone to come for you". If I'd known, I would have worn a pig costume.

The doctor I saw was not one I had met before and as I sat down, he noticed the red blotch on my wrist. He pointed and said, "Dermatitis?". Still coughing, sweating and dabbing at my right eye which was weeping uncontrollably, I gave him a puzzled look and then said, "I'm a little worried about your diagnostic skills". I then told him it was a birthmark.

So, he checked me out and said I had flu and a chest infection. Fantastic! I headed home and collapsed into bed. Thirty six hours later, I had to drag myself out of bed for a magazine photo shoot with Anna. I am really not looking forward to seeing the final photo, which is ironically for a feature article in Women's Health magazine. As soon as it was done, I drove home and climbed back into bed, feeling like I'd run a marathon.

I'm feeling a lot better but I still don't have much energy, so I'm not pushing myself too hard. I reckon it's time to go chat to some professionals to find out what the hell is going on with my immune system. Somehow it got switched to Screwed.