Still ill

On the first day of my illness, my true love gave to me: a partridge in a pear tree. One may wonder where I would put that tree. If you take this song further, I would by now have eight maids-a-milking, seven swans-a-swimming, six geese-a-laying, five gold rings, four colly birds, three french hens, two turtle doves, and, of course, that partridge in the pear tree. My house would be quite overcrowded by now. And who knows, I might make it to the end of the song; I can talk again, and my tonsils have receded back out of sight, but I’m still coughing and sneezing and quite drained. After going to town for groceries today I had to lie down for 3 hours to recover. It’s been quite enough now, as far as I’m concerned! They can keep their twelve drummers drumming, eleven pipers piping, ten lords-a-leaping, and nine ladies dancing. I even resorted, quite in contrast with my upbringing, to multiple self-medication. I have commenced consuming, on top of the recommended paracetamol, pink cough syrup! Let’s hope it works against, if not ladies dancing, then hopefully lords a-leaping...