Paracetamol

I'm still alive. Yay.

My stubborn chest pain persist on one week after it started, though it has since been diagnosed as some muscle problem. I'm still yearning for that one satisfactory sneeze. Now each clearing of the nasal passage is suffixed with an agonizing cry coupled with that look of pain on the face, sound and effect hardly endearing me to whoever could be around.

Currently feeling sickish. The head last night engaged in a lazy spin once the endorphins from Liverpool's 1-0 victory over the Baggies had died down. Feverish now. What next?

Oh and the right eye's tearing too, a few drops more than usual. Most irritating.

Not the most auspicious start to the new year one would have liked.