Doctor, doctor

Wake at 6:30am to the alarm, outside it is raining heavily and I still feel terrible. Make cream cheese with fresh chives on rye toast for breakfast, with black coffee as usual. Later shower and dress to go to pick up Louis from Cherry Burton and decide it is time to see the doctor, so phone and make an appointment for 10:40am. Louis is happy to be seeing his friends at St. Mary's again and has smuggled his new Nintendo DS past his Nana. His teacher, Miss Hart, admires it when we arrive at school and then hands it to my safe keeping. After dropping him off make my way to Morrison's cafe and read the Guardian and drink tea until it is time for my appointment. The doctor's surgery is packed but I only have to wait a few minutes before seeing Dr. Martin, who confirms acute bronchitis and prescribes a seven day course of chlorethromycin. I take one tablet immediately and then drive home where I make a batch of oatmeal sultana biscuits. The rain has stopped and the sun is shining, so make a ham and tomato sandwich and a pot of tea and take this into the garden with my paper and enjoy the sunshine. Perhaps it's the weather, it surely can't be the antibiotics after only an hour, but suddenly I am starting to feel better. After lunch, I read for an hour and then meditate for an hour. Outside it is still sunny and in the field the rabbits are still playing tag. Hopefully my health has taken a turn for the better. Perhaps the Swimathon on the 29th might still be possible?