….has gotten the better of me and is telling me to sit at the computer and type. My thermometer on the other hand,
tells me that I’d be better off in bed, with the telephone number of a funeral director on speed dial. My rough and ready reckoning tells me that 41.3°C is 106.3°F in old money. I presume it’s not really that high, just that feeling somewhat ill has reduced my capacity for mental arithmetic.
I am, however, beginning to doubt how truthful the advertising slogan for Mr. Oddnoggin’s Ruddy Health Ale really was….
Added Monday Morning: Well, without the need for a thermometer, I can tell that I’m technically much better because instead of just lying still in bed, I’m moaning and griping to people about how ill I feel. It might say 36.9°C on the machine, but I feel feverish and my muscles ache and I’ve got a bit of a headache and could you make me a cup of tea please?
Oh my! Sign off the computer right now! Hop in bed!
I’d say ‘Get thee to a hospital’ with that temperature! But then, who wants a superbug?
Erm, where’s the pointy end of that thermometer supposed to go, by the way?
Gute Besserung!
I’ll look after your DVD/CD collection should the worst occur!
Jesuschristzuperstar!
Get yourself to a hospital, like yesterday! What in the world is the matter with you?
That’s quite the temperature, young man - not normal at all. Hope you got some medical attention.
You do know most people normally use spoons for stirring their tea, don’t you?
So do you really have a temperature of ip?
Hope you recover soon.
Goodness gracious me, that is an awfully bad fever you have.
I know, even I am highl;y addicted to blogging, and its very difficult to stay away from blogging just when you want to, but seriously, take rest.
Godspeed recovery
Get well soon. 106 Degs! I hope you are getting/ taking proper medical attention.
This is the perfect opportunity to race down to the nearest chemist and find out if you will be any more successfull with british chemists than you were with german ones!
p.s. Looking back on the other comments i am willing to wager a small fortune that Haddock Anyhoo and I all share two things in common, i.e. being british men.
I feel bullied by the other (almost certainly non british male)commentatrs into saying something meaningfull and uplifting. Umm no Im definatelly struggling here, Get well soon?
Thanks all. Esp. the non-British males, obviously, who wished me good health.
David: The pointy end goes, well, wherever one wants, I suppose. Preference for any orifice could be misconconstrued by some sick-minded individuals.
Anyhoo: There was a boy (and no, it wasn’t me) at school who, when he was feeling ill / had a maths test would be given a cup of tea by his mother whilst concommitantly having a thermometer shoved in his mouth. I could not, alas, persuade my mother that that was the way to do things…
s: Having been to the local chemists and seen their wares, I intend to limit my fantasies to tall brunettes in contenintal Europe and never get ill again. Or wait a few weeks until the current staff all retire.
Sorry to hear about the (first) temperature and the aches and pains, old boy, but I have to thank heaven for small mercies. It got you back in the blogging way, after all. Hopefully I’m too late with this, but, yes, Gute Besserung.