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.
My new bridge is in my mouth. It took the doc almost an hour to meticulously and precisely fit it in and cement it. I wasn't allowed to eat for three hours, and I still can't chew anything on the left side of my jaw. However, my dental features are ship-shape-and-shiny. Only one tooth is left: they need to replace the old filling. Once it's done, I'll have a Hollywood-type smile. Before the dental care, I went through the lesson plan I'd prepared the other day for today. When I returned home from the dentist, I took Abby for her afternoon walk and drove to Budapest to teach. Before arriving at where I taught, I popped into a store to buy some "kifli" for later and four "Túró Rudi" to appease my rumbling stomach. After teaching, I hurried back home, grabbed two "kifli", some butter and plum jam, and ate like a king. It was already pitch dark when we returned from our evening walk with Abby. I hate the early dusks. However, summer tries
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