I got a cold back in January, with a vicious cough and a body that really didn't love me. Re-infection came along at the end of Feb, at the same time a Chris went down with a nasty cold, although that time I managed without time off. It grinds you down. The end of last week and beginning of this one was the first time I could reply, when asked how I was "I'm great, thanks".
Just when I thought it was safe.
We had a great weekend, out all day Saturday with some guys we'd never met before from talkphotography.co.uk all using their *film* cameras around Oxford. Pleased with my output from that, even though it was digital.
Monday night - nearly no sleep - and crept into work on Tuesday. Today I'm coughing again, though not as badly and don't feel as miserable as I have. It makes me want to ask sometimes, will I ever be well again?