Love in a mug...

After feeling rotten yesterday, I felt worse this morning.  Feeling sick, weak and had a temperature.  

Alan also had a rough night.  He's had a cold the last couple of days but it got worse yesterday and he coughed constantly and all through the night.  As he's had silent pneumonia twice, we take no chances and D contacted out of hours first thing and was told to take him to PRI at 1.15pm to be seen.

When they headed off I was still battling nausea and feeling very warm.  Took two paracetamol and forced myself in to the shower.  

Fortunately Alan was seen almost as soon as they arrived at PRI and returned with antibiotics.. Apparently his chest is clear (I'm not at all convinced) but D was told if he didn't improve, to start the antibiotics.  By evening his temp was very high again and he was choked up, coughing up gunk so we gave him the first dose of antibiotic.

I made it downstairs by 3.00pm and thankfully my nausea had reduced enough to allow me to eat a sandwich.  Was determined to get my lentil and ham soup made for New Year's Day (it will be frozen till then :-) so D was my commis chef; fetching, carrying, washing lentils and veg, while I chopped.  Between us we got it done.  Teamwork makes the dreamwork.

Once done, he made me a coffee.  He says the love heart was a fluke!  lol

Evening spent with feet up writing a to do list for tomorrow and Hogmanay.  Alan had an early night, as did I, hoping we both wake up feeling better.