feeling bleegh

The other day I accompanied (well, sort of frog-marched, as she was not too keen) Tracey to the Doctor's office. She had been ill for a couple of days and was fairly certain she had a chest infection.
We were not sure how it would work with her being a visitor here, in we went and they agreed to see her but she'd have to wait and whilst waiting would have to wear a face mask. They made me were one too. So despite my protests of feeling fine I had to sit there in the corner of the waiting room, seemingly reserved for those with face masks. Because I was fine I could smell the nasty surgical/chemical stink of the mask. Nice.
Then yesterday I started to fell awful.
Head feels like someone drilled a hole in it and filled it up with jelly and throat is coated with broken glass(maybe too much graphic detail there?).

















Thanks universe, that's some sense of humour you've got there.