On Tuesday night as I lay waiting for sleep to come I felt a telltale tickle in my nose, and some soreness at the back of my throat. I realised I hadn't had a cold for well over a year by observing a strict regime of keeping the hell away from anyone who was sneezing. Sadly the observance of politeness in the work place had led to me sharing a meeting room and a handshake or three with a designer at an associate company who had an absolute streamer.
I was worried and also interested to see what would happen. Last time I had a cold, and every time before that for the last few years, due to the horrors of CF the cold had inevitably led to a chest infection, loss of voice, IV antibiotics and often a 2 week stay in the CF Unit at Papworth.
For Weds, Thurs and today and the nights in between I sneezed and blew, but weirdly felt like it was what I can only describe as a 'healthy illness' - kind of manageable in a way that a CF encumbered cold never was. I guess it is what normal folk would call 'mild'. This is all new to me.
So I continued to work hard and got through 4 days in the office this week for the first time since the transplant. And then, at about 3pm today I suddenly felt a lot better. So that's that. It is very heartening and great news that I can pick up a standard cold and get better, even with all the immunosuppression. Hooray.
5 days ago