I’m trying to think of unusual words for what is coming out of my lungs at the moment, and ‘slurry’ seems like a good one. Yes, I know from my ‘Archers’ listening that it means muck, but it sounds right and it looks like something slurred. OH has also suggested ‘slurt’ but I’m not so keen on that as it sounds like a collapsed yurt.
Or maybe it’s a liturgy? You know, a lurgy with a great big IT in the middle. Anyway, somehow I feel that coming up with funny names for it helps me to feel better – like when people name their tumours. In the latest Rebus book, the detective has a shadow on his lung which he nicknames ‘Hank Marvin’ and which eventually turns out to be benign. I’m fairly certain I have a chest infection and not a shadow on the lung but we’ll know more when I see the doc tomorrow – always assuming I can get an appointment…
In the meantime I’ve not been up to doing much except watching TV. I’ve checked out some videos of ‘Rex the Runt’ (a wobbly bobbly dribbly squiggly dog)
followed by the film ‘Eddie the Eagle.’ This is a great thing to watch if you’re ill: the uplifting, soaring, swooping, yearning, stretching tale of a no-hoper who went on to be an Olympic ski-jumper and the British record holder is highly inspiring and altogether in the traditional British spirit of cobbling things together on a shoestring and coming last. It’s the perfect antidote to the relentlessly pervasive culture of competition which confronts us at every turn.
See you on the other side folks.