Apologies for the delay in telling you all about Mamallapuram. In my defence, I finally managed to get ill, not in the conventional diarrhoea & vomiting fashion, but in the sore throat, swallowing-like-eating-razor-blades, muscle aches, headache, fever fashion. So the first thing I did after we landed was to accept Charlotte & Arthur's kind offer of a lift home, and then head in to St. Thomas' A&E, which was conventionally manic. Happily, I didn't have to wait long, as my temperature rose from 38 celsius (100 fahrenheit) at booking to 39 (102 ) when they did it a second time, and the nurse even gave a little "oooh" to show how impressed she was. This meant that only the elderly gent who looked like he was having a heart attack and the man fitting in the corridor beat me to being seen.
So they bundled me off to a cubicle, dosed me up with paracetamol, stuck a line in, took an impressive selection of bloods, put a drip up, took throat swabs, and did an arterial blood gas just to complete the set (this involves sticking a needle into your radial artery, and is said to be extremely painful. Mine was fine).
Then I got to go home, feeling a little less sorry for myself. Perhaps I should have gone to Worthing after all?
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