Read…watch TV…snooze…herbal tea (I know I’m ill when I think, “mmm, peppermint tea”)…read…go to bed…kept awake by cough…sneeze…etc.
Like the pullover and the extra socks I didn’t really need, I brought this flu virus with me from
Hate the flu. Hate this feeling of suddenly being a hundred years old, of being dizzy without having had a drink, of aching without doing exercise and the horrible, painful dry phlegmmy coughs which rattle and burn in your chest. There is just no choice but to lie forlornly in a sweaty feverish heap, reading books through tired dusty eyes or watching Greek TV just to try and get the time to pass a little less like thick treacle. It also doesn’t help that just outside you can hear everyone enjoying the weekend in the tavernas all around.
I dragged myself out this evening for a walk. Just had to get out but you can’t argue with the flu. I went up the hill and through the old Byzantine walls, avoiding North Face of the
Na balloume ap’ ola?
Yia to cheri i se paketo?
Yia to cheri?
Oh, just give me the bloody thing, pal…
I walked up to the walls to eat it not realising he’d put ketchup on it. Ketchup!!!
Apart from that it was horrible, extremely salty and greasy…or was it just me?
I struggled flufully to eat half of it and threw the rest in the bin …ho hum. By the time I got back to the flat 10 minutes later I was quite exhausted and this was without the mountaineering normally required. I concluded that I was still not quite right.
Oh, and just before I got back to the flat something happened to me which invariably happens whenever I am in a place which I don’t know. Someone stopped their car next to me, rolled down a window and asked me where
Anyway, when I got back I risked a coffee, the first since Friday, and that seemed to go ok.
Now I am just counting up what I have drunk since I got here and I think it is true to say that the last time I drank so little on a holiday was the last holiday I had with my parents when I was a kid!
I wonder if I could slip a little drop of duty-free Hennessey past the flu police…perhaps with a coffee.
Good idea? Bad idea?
I will know tomorrow.