And not being able to post from my IPad too, so apologies for the tardiness of my reports… This was written 2 weeks ago!….
Oh maaaaaan
So, arrived in Buenos Aires with the fourth week of my stinker of a chesty cough still in tow. Hack, hack, hack, spkutter, splutter, even had to apologise to the poor sod seated next to me on the plane, who looked distinctly undelighted to have pulled me in the seating draw.
Just about managed to finally shake that phlegmatic puppy off with the third batch of disgusting antibiotics, only for it to be trumped by me then immediately picking up some foul stomach bug. Ah muchas gracias for that one, whoever was handing out the 'shit deals for people's holidays' special offers.
Sore guts, extraordinary digestive achievements (I'll spare you the details), resulting in us having to cancel three posh dinners out in a row as I can't eat. Or drink, yes i know – really, I must be off colour. Cue one rather sorry for himself Mr H, eating pretty crap pizzas on his own, while wifey moans and groans in her pit. Not quite the steakfest we had in mind!
And of course the usual mental shenanigans then kick in:
– Is this just a bug? And if so, when is it going to sod off and stop spoiling our holiday?
– Or is it a 'sign', the start of something worse? Should we get in touch with Parkside? Were we crazy to have even come? Is my unusual and unquenchable thirstiness a big banging hint that theres a problem with my kidneys?
All the usual non-solvable-unless-you're-a-mindreader questions going round in a spiral, ranging from 'don't over-react you plonker, it's just a bug' to 'oh shit, we just drove past an Argentinian ambulance,
wonder if I'll end up in one of those this trip?' Weird old world, hey?…..
Anyway, here's hoping the bug is a bug and BUGGERS off soon!
S x