Which is technically not possible, but my experience is telling me otherwise.
Since about 6pm yesterday I’ve been in a world of pain, and since Mark got home, in bed, on painkillers and a liquid diet.
Dr thinks it’s glandular fever, and wants me come back if I still feel horrible in a week. Brilliant. If I still feel like this in a week, then I think we know it’s glandular fever, and the last thing I’ll want to do is have a needle stuck in my arm to confirm that they can’t do anything to make me feel better.
The cure is rest, and Mark has taken today off work to help out, and Bev took Inigo for most of the day. But I don’t know how I am going to manage if this goes on for weeks!
Disco Knitter 
oh no, that sounds just awful
hopefully it will blow over soon
think positive… maybe get mark to pop out and get you some “Placebo”. i hear it does wonders.
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Oh, bugger. I’m so sorry you feel crook. I know, let’s send the germs and virii to someone that deserves it.
(Thought of you yesterday. Driving down a dirt road, I had to do a spot of defensive driving to not squash three baby bunnies playing in the road. They scampered off into the bush.)
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