Foul, Flu-ey & Frustrated

I've just gotten home from Boots (UK's fav chemist) having grudgingly spent a fortune on More medication for wee Nelle and meself! Bah!

To date, we've gone through 3 bottles of cough medication, 1 flu mixture, boxes of Lemsip (just me); even swallowed spoonfuls of the usually efficacious Chuan Be Pi Pa Gao, but still we're indisposed...

Perhaps Mum's right. Certain illnesses need to 'run their course'. It's the body's way of building up its immune system.

But seeing Danielle have difficulty sleeping at night, have a perpetual runny nose, watery eyes, a HUGE dip in appetite, regurgitate her food coz she doesn't know how to throw out phlegm, and cough so hard, is fretfully unsettling.

Our house is practically a 'viral war zone'. I'm convinced we've been beset by flu germs of every shape and size - where each attack leaves us more 'wounded' than the last.

What remains are tell-tales signs of a battle lost - wastepaper bins overflowing with tissues filled with snot, spit and all sorts of watery goo (sorry for the graphic details!), and a kitchen top lined with half-empty bottles flu/cough 'ammunition'.

So I certainly hope this new batch of medication work!

I'm declaring war on these confounded bugs! WAR, I say!!! *thumping chest in warrior princess-like stance*