Well, I was so boastful.
BUT, I went to the morning service on Wednesday morning. I spoke to a retired doctor who told me he was recovering from a soar throat. I said I wouldn't kiss him! But talking to him was enough. during the night, I felt this awful pain in my throat, cold hardly swallow.
I rinsed my mouth with warm water and some vinegar. I took some Paracetamol to be able to sleep until the morning. This I did. In the morning, my throat was on fire, I was coughing and my nose had changed into a cataract. I've been rinsing my nose and throat with warm water and salt. I wetted a cotton bud with almond oil, bergamot and tea tree oil. More Paracetamol. I won't go and contaminate my singing friends at church!
I hope I'll be alright to play the flute on St John's day.
I did try to rehearse what I thought would take the morning. Because of coughing, blowing my nose, inhaling steam, phoning my pulmonary nurse, the morning extended into the afternoon. I was so shattered I went to bed too during which I had a respite. Bergamot oil is soothing. But my nose runs and runs and runs!
I must find a silver lining in this! Cheers, Mic