After my determination to run more regularly I’ve been stuck in bed. But while trying to put together a new playlist stumbled across Donna Summer’s Chain Reaction, which just about sums up how I feel.
I’m in the middle of a chest infection
My asthma’s bad, feeling such frustration.
I wanna get better, stop all this hot sweat urgh ,
Need a cup of tea.
I’m stuck in bed for a long duration,
Keep coughing hard, there ain’t no cessation.
I’ve got the blues, I’ve run out of tissues.
This bug is so beastly.
I just have to cough, cough, cough,
Can’t run I just cough.
Can’t stop it, I cough, cough, cough.
Now I’ve had enough.
I’m on some steroids ‘cos my peak flow’s lower.
My eyes are puffy, I look like an ogre.
My nose is blocked, I can’t even blow errr.
Bones ache like the flu.
And now I’m not running, it’s not fun.
Keeping wrapped up in a big pullover.
Just hope my mojo don’t decide to hideaway.
Crying, dying, that’s all I can do...