Meanwhile I'm on the strepsils.
Funny things, strepsils: little sweet tablets you only eat when you're ill. They're actually making me feel a bit queasy today, which is ironic.
So perhaps I wasn't as immune from that 'irritable virus war zone' as I had hoped! Or perhaps I'd be a whole lot worse if I hadn't been praying or if I hadn't been gymming.
Well, we don't get to know the what-ifs so there's not much point in speculating is there?
Is it possible that strepsils are just placebos? They seep stickily down the throat and soothe the inflammation for a while. But do they actually do anything else? I mean a teaspoon of honey does exactly the same thing.
They are well-marketed if they don't - much like those probiotic drinks which used to bamboozle us with the 'science' of 'friendly bacteria' rebalancing the bacterial culture in our stomachs, which, I now understand... is altogether hokum.
Anyway. I've lost my voice - which I can't say out loud at the moment, but there it is.
In hindsight, it might also be due to pushing it in worship on Friday and today. I had intended to leave most of the singing to Rory today but when he arrived, it turned out he had a sore throat too. I smiled in wonder and popped in a strepsil.
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