This persistent ruddy flu does my head in. Even though my throat wasn't sore and I felt better after waking up, my system gave up the fight by the end of the afternoon. Once the class was over with Charlette, which was excellent btw., I thought I'd prepare a folk remedy - boiling water with chamomile, salt, and menthol oil, and inhale for about 15 minutes. No sooner had my symptoms begun to deteriorate than I finished the inhalation process. I felt dizzy and weak, so I decided to have a kip. When I came to after a 40-minute-long slumber, I instantly knew I had a fever. My body temperature wasn't extremely high - +37°C - but it was just enough basis for a nice, silent, pain-of-the-world-on-my-face type of man-flu-tantrum. Women might laugh at this terrible condition, but little do they know about how much men suffer at these times. Anyway, apart from a slightly sore throat, a gentle fever, and a general bad mood, there are no other sinister symptoms. Fortunately, Ági is as healthy as a horse, so one of us can guard the fire while the sabre-tooth tiger is knocking about around the camp. I hope to sleep it off by tomorrow, and I'll be as good as gold.
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