I have Lemsip.
I have a duvet.
I also have a respiratory flu, as contracted on the airplane on the way over.
Our plane was riddled not only with the cries of small children unable to sleep, but with the germs of several continents brought together in a tightly sealed incubator. In hindsight, I really should have taken some of those Airborne lozenge things to stave off the sickness, but it's a bit late for that now.
Wes started to feel the effects of the bug immediately after we got off our second flight in Brisbane, and I laughed and said there was no way I'd succumb to such a measly foe. Little did I know how nasty said enemy could be.
My dose of the Plane Plague took a bit longer to kick in than did Wes', but it has been beating my ass ten different ways since Friday. My nose is dripping, my body aches and my ears feel like someone stuffed wet cotton inside them.
I really do feel pretty miserable, but at least I don't have a fever!
Naturally, this all came to a head after I ran around for a week getting used to Gymea, eating yum cha and seeing foreigners perform on a stage at high volume. The concert in particular was really rough (I've got a nasty track record going for metal and bodily illness, jeez).
Jumping from 100F+ (40C+) temperatures to 60F (15C) temperatures really didn't help me much, particularly with the lack of central heating at night.
All I can say is Thank God for Duvets.
We don't often use true duvets in the US, but instead have quilted comforters that are of a similar weight. Real, honest to God duvets are probably one of my favorite bed covers of all time, now (and I'm determined to one day open up a cover and climb inside, to see if the experience is really as worthy as skins makes it sound). They're warm as Hell (and quite a bit cozier).
I also have to say Thank God for Wes.
The entire time I've been feeling sick, he's been making me tea and Lemsips (the Australian version of Theraflu), providing me with tissues and TV shows, bringing me V8 in between and generally making sure that I'm comfortable.
Or, well. As comfortable as I can get with post-nasal drips.
