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I was once on my way to a contract when I hit by a car and died on the spot. I was then re-incarnated as a field mouse in a lovely spot in Cumbria, 8 months later I was eaten by an owl at which point I was reincarnated as a fox, of which I stayed until shot by a hunter. This happened constantly for at least another 500 years worth of reincarnations at which point in the year 2544 I was reincarnated as a human child. Well I grew up to be a great scientist who tamed black holes and cracked time travel.
I then set my time machine back to the morning my previous incarnation had been killed, ariived and watched the accident, I picked up the laptop fand then travelled to the client where I used my Mutuality of Obligation clause to gain access and fulfill my obligations finishing the days work & billing at the end of the day!!!
I was once on my way to a contract when I hit by a car and died on the spot. I was then re-incarnated as a field mouse in a lovely spot in Cumbria, 8 months later I was eaten by an owl at which point I was reincarnated as a fox, of which I stayed until shot by a hunter. This happened constantly for at least another 500 years worth of reincarnations at which point in the year 2544 I was reincarnated as a human child. Well I grew up to be a great scientist who tamed black holes and cracked time travel.
I then set my time machine back to the morning my previous incarnation had been killed, ariived and watched the accident, I picked up the laptop fand then travelled to the client where I used my Mutuality of Obligation clause to gain access and fulfill my obligations finishing the days work & billing at the end of the day!!!
One can't help but wonder that you seem stricken by a series of 'superbugs'. Isn't it more likely you're just weak... either because you're a pussy or because the first bug left your defences down (I know the 2nd is less fun but probably more likely).
Keep eating healthy stuff and don't knacker yourself on the bike as much.
The virus that struck me down last week, then left me bed ridden for days with a fever that max doses of brufen and paracetamol could not tame, then quickly progressed into tonsillitis (yesterday's doctor's visit) and then progressed into suspected pneumonia (today's doctors visit) with for fun 12 hours straight of heart arrythmia and palpitations.
Typed from sick bed as I had to send an email to ClientCo. Palpitations stopped, fever broken. Right lung still chokka.
These designer viruses eh?
SY is CUK's canary - When he's on death's door with double pneumonia, or some new flu strain, it's a sign there are colds going round.
I got cellulitis (not cellulite for anyone starts) a few years ago - that totally floored me, I was dreaming I was a crack in rock or a feather in a duvet, well weird. Freaked me out. Had a fever of 39.8c or something. I was spewing bile and had to crawl to the loo.
In the end the Doc refused to come out (a Bob) so I called the ambulance and they treated me there and then and took me to hospital.
They put a fan on my that froze my bollocks off and put me on an antiboitic drip. Next day I was right as rain!
Three Bob docs came to see me and accused me of visiting Africa or the Tropics, finally the non-Bob consultant saw me and just said 'cellulitis'. Sorted.
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