The virus that was having such fun chewing up my lung got lonely so it invited a friend in to chew up my kidneys.
The pain I thought was a torn muscle from coughing and which I let go for 6 days before seeing a doctor was much more serious.
Apparently the falling out of the chair bit could have been passing out.
Temperatures above 38 degrees are fun, what with the hallucinations and vivid dreams not to mention being woken up by my name being called by nobody there.
Did I mention the pain? Almost gone now but I can't sit up for long. More worrying, I don't want to eat.
Jeebus but I've been crook. Still organising Mother from flat on my back.