The boyfriend and I are flying to England tomorrow. Via Amsterdam. As in the Netherlands. Yes, you did read that right. No, I am not crazy. Well, I might be, but not for that reason. Unfortunately we have no choice. It was the cheapest option we could actually take (Ryanair have changed the times for their flights to Dublin) and thee is no direct flight from here to Newcastle. Apparantly I am the only person in the whole of south Germany who ever feels the need to go there…
And as is almost always the case when I decide to fly anywhere, the universe has decided to give me the wonderful gift of a cold to help me on my way.
On Saturday my throat started to hurt.
On Monday I was cold for most of the day.
On Tuesday my muscles were starting to ache.
Yesterday my left ear was sore.
Today both ears hurt and my head feels like it’s stuffed with wet cotton wool. The other symptoms are all still there too. And I fly tomorrow.
Woe is me. Woe, woe, woe.
The law of sod strikes again…
This may not be the best flight of your life, then. 😦 Drug up and hope for the best. Good luck!
pinklea – this always happens just before I fly! Well, almost always. I was fine when we flew to Rome. But whenever I fly to England I’m ill. Maybe the universe is trying to tell me something about going home…
Oh dear. I hope the flight is ok. Your poor ears! Have a nice trip.
x
On the other hand, I’ve found that sneezing and coughing in airports these days is extremely good fun, and also gets you quite a bit more space if you’re feeling crowded. 😉
Oh no!! I hope the flight went well. (hug)
Thanks everyone. It actually all went reasonably well (after a bit of a dramatic start)… although my ears hurt just as much as expected.