Tuesday morning William complained of a "rough" throat, and sounded a bit hoarse - so having been advised by the GP to bring him in if I even suspected anything, I brought him to the emergency clinic at the GP's practise. "Acute" throat & chest infection. So he has antibiotics since Tuesday morning. Tuesday night & Wednesday I honestly thought he was going to need hospital - every time he lay down, he started to choke he was bring up so much phlegm, coughing & spluttering! So I put a back-rest behind him and he sort of slept, sitting up leaning against the rest. He's gradually getting better, thankfully. This morning, I woke up with a sore throat which got more and more painful as the day wore on! This evening, we were back at the GP's for a pre-arranged appointment, so he could check William's feet & legs which are swelling over the course of the day - he's retaining fluid. I've had to get those non-constricting socks and extra wide shoes for him. Anyway, having checked William and prescribed diuretics for a trial period to see how they go with him, his GP turned to me and said "you sound like that throat hurts - let's have a look." And said that it is infected, and added a prescription for antibiotics for me to William's prescription. Nice man! Throat hurts like it has been scraped with razor blades though and I can hardly talk - which isn't great as William is very hard of hearing!!
To add to the joys of illness, yesterday I noticed our sewer pipe to the septic tank was blocked, so I spent time with drain rods clearing that. Then as I passed the septic tank and scum-trap to lock in my chickens for the night, I noticed that the scum-trap was overflowing!! I did manage to lift the concrete lid from that and emptied it out and cleared as much as I could (thinking happy thoughts of typhoid & cholera!) and thought that was that - and it was my own fault because with Wm steadily deteriorating the last 18 months or so, and I'd had a damaged shoulder (which never regained full use or power) - I hadn't cleaned out the scum trap for a couple of years at least, supposed to be done every six months or so!). However, tonight I found the darn thing is overflowing again, so it needs professionals called in! And of course, I did hurt my bad shoulder lifting the concrete cover yesterday, and now it seems I could've saved myself the trouble!
Moaning over, I'm off to bed, and I'm not going to worry about it until tomorrow! Night, all!