Been quiet on the blogging front; blame my love of Egypt. Sort of.

What started out as a minor sore throat expanded into all sorts of ailments. Not whinging, just explaining the lack of blog posts over the last week and a bit.  In fact it was some 10 days ago that I woke up – in the middle of the night – with a mildly sore throat.  And only today do I really start to feel it’s finally fading. For all of that, we don’t think it was the flu, but a cold that cascaded outward, causing a sinus infection, conjunctivitis and a raking, dry chest cough.

My one trick, discovered 2 years ago when I really did get the flu, was to sleep ‘upright’ in my comfortable recliner chair in the lounge.  A small heater in the room and a big old doona and I’m done.  Sure beats lying down in bed and cough. Cough cough. Cough cough cough….

Back nearly 20 years ago I got a bad bad cough whilst on a holiday in the Middle East and it really wasn’t treated. A few weeks after getting back, the doctors here said it was most probably Whooping Cough (!)    They said that if they’d known that at the time, I probably would have gone into quarantine (!!)

So perhaps the fine tubes or lining of my lungs were damaged and this makes me more susceptible to a post-cold, dry un-productive cough. No, I don’t smoke!