Tag Archives: cough

Cough Cough My Life 18 OCT 2013

box of used tissuesThe office hasn’t seen all that much of me this week. In fact, Monday was the only day that I made it through to our Westlake premises – the rest of the week I’ve been firmly grounded here in Gordon’s Bay (apart from a business meeting out in Stellenbosch on Thursday that is).

The reason for this tardiness is an annoying cold which started off life by turning me into a sniffling husband on Tuesday, a lethargic sloth with more than just a runny nose on Wednesday, switching to giving me a closed chest and a terrible cough on Thursday, and finishing off the week by leaving me with a fuzzy head and some more than annoying headaches to deal with today.

Sigh.

And worst of all Chantelle still doesn’t believe me when I say that I’m dying.

(In fact, she’s rather enjoyed the fact that she can stay in bed while I take Jessica to school every morning!)

Let’s Resume then Shall We? My Life 02 AUG 2011

Okay, I guess it is time that I resume with some live life blogging again (thank you my carefully crafted blog buffer – an intricate process I might add, filled with pen marks and printed out calendar pages if you must know), now that I’m no longer feeling like something the dog dragged in for supper via the gutter, no longer constantly bending over to pick up the chunks of my lungs that I have coughed out, or clenching my nostrils as the seemingly endless hammers go to work in my brain.

Shame, it has pretty much been a month of on and off sickness in the Lotter household over here in Gordon’s Bay, with little Jessie forced to do a course of antibiotics half way through and who still coughs and wakes up with a snotty nose each and every morning, a Chantelle who alternates between splitting headaches, a throat on fire and who knows what else, and myself whose infected chest has prevented me from being active for at least four weeks now! (Which is torture indeed for all those around me who are now forced to endure a Craig who hasn’t been able to release his energy for quite some time now. That said, I have been sleeping three times as much as what I normally do!)

Thankfully though I ended up not missing out on too much karate time over this period, but that happens to only be due to the three week long Gushku that was attended by Sensei Birgitt and a handful of others from our dojo in Germany of all places, under Dai Hanshi Ward who made the trip through from Canada. But as for gym and my lovely long morning walks? Ha, forget about it!

(On that note, would have loved to make the Germany trip, but damn, I don’t have that kind of free cash lying around any more, never mind the three weeks leave I would have had to try and sneak in past the bosses!)

Anyway, while we were pretty much constrained to home for the most part (I was even forced to work out of my home office a couple of times – not Chantelle though, she has no other choice but to go in), we did get up to one or two small family-related shenanigans, like a braai at Mom’s place with Claire, Riley and the rest of the family (plus extended) in celebration of Riley’s 30th birthday, a final evening of FIFA with the boys in our old four-man format, a evening out at Cattle Baron with the friends, followed by Scattegories and cake as a sending-off for my good friend Terrance Brown who has left South Africa behind in order to go and teach English in Japan. We slept over in Bellville, enjoyed breakfast with the Montgomery clan, visited with Dean, Zania and Zandea for the first time in literally months, made homemade pizza, watched Jackie Chan (okay, only I did that one), did a couple of slow walks with Jessie in the pram, finished up the cement slabs/brickwork under the carport (wait a minute, wasn’t I meant to be sick over this period?), so yeah, we didn’t completely rest on our laurels despite the sickness permeating number 5 Country Mews, which I guess is a good thing.

Still, I’m pretty sick of winter and all of its associated germs now. Summer had better get here soon…

Anyway, it looks like we’re over the worst part of it now, and I’m going to try my hand at karate again this week.

Hopefully I don’t die. (But if I do, rest assured that there is still at least a month and a half worth of buffer blog posts to keep you entertained.)

Cough Splutter Cough My Life 13 APR 2010

Ugh. Sick. Sick as a dog. I finally went and caught this damn cold that everyone seems to be grabbing hold of here in the Cape on Friday evening, starting off with a gentle rasped throat, and then progressing to a nose flows like a river and headache from Hell on Saturday, moving on to nauseous and sleepy with sniffles and intense joint stiffness and pain (with a cough) on Sunday and then slowly beginning to ebb out with a tight chest and a cough from Hades on Monday. Needless to say, this cough and general lack of strength still hasn’t quite gone away.

Shame, and naturally Chantelle couldn’t exactly not catch it, grabbing it from me basically two days behind, meaning that she’s going through all the nauseating systems in very much the same order as what I experienced it.

Of course, the worse thing about it was that it had to happen over the weekend, meaning that what was a planned good end to a hard week turned out to be more of a mission of torture than anything else. I did however sit out of work on Monday, opting to try and ride things out at home rather than brave the drive through to Tokai and try to make it through a working day without having my brains explode all over my keyboard, but the downside to it all was that I missed what would have been possibly the most interesting (and intense) karate training session I’ve yet to experience since joining with Funakoshi – a two hour kata 4 training bout over Skype with the original founder of the style, Sensei Eddie Ward.

Needless to say, this is the worse part of this whole sickly ordeal if you ask me! :(

Anyway, I guess I’m back in the office and now on the road to recovery (I hope), so just got to get through today, lament not being able to train or go to gym and then get home in order to nurse my poor sick wife.

Hmm… wonder if pancakes will work as a medicinal aid? O.o