Winter bug again!

Last Friday, I shot straight to Liverpool Station after work where Yang was holding our Stansted Express tickets. Feeling a bit dizzy and feverish ill with cold flu, I had to squeeze into the sardine pack Central Line. By the time I reached there my head was spinning like a wheel and I fumbled my pocket for a packet of Panadol. In the next hour or so, we're on our flight to Brussel Belgium. Gosh! I had lost count on how many Panadol and Lemsip that I had popped into my mouth by the time we reached our Euro hotel around 12am. Then, the next day and Sunday these paracetamols helped me on my feet which left me a little account of memory about our weekend holiday there. The only memory I had was our 2 hours trip home from Stansted airport i.e Stansted Express and Underground tube. I even lost count of how many time I had vomitted before we reached our flat. Now I have to stuck with this cold flu and cough. Gosh! how I hate winter !!!