Another trip to the drop in surgery as Bethany's temperature fluctuated throughout the day just for them to tell us to continue pumping her full of paracetamol and ibuprofen as we had been doing. The nurse suspected that she may have a slight ear infection as well as a sore throat which wasn't a great surprise as I believe that she has passed that on to me. She woke up not long ago and wouldn't stop crying until I carried her downstairs where she was happy to fall back asleep in Alison's arms. It feels like that she has constantly had some sniffles since starting nursery but I suppose it's all part of the process of building up resistance. It is probably no surprise that she has been kind enough to pass any flu symptoms on as we have been in the habit of giving her dummy a quick suck when she drops it before popping it back in her mouth and doing so without thinking when covered in snot may well account for myself feeling feverish at work last night. The feeling was not unlike the end of a long haul flight as I was stiff as if not moving for a while, popped ears, tiredness and even the low hum of the vessels was not unlike the drone of the engines. The difference kicked in with a headache for the last couple of hours of my shift which lasted until I got home. The extent of it was such that I was tempted to put on my sunglasses to protect my eyes from the glare of the traffic lights despite it being pitch black just after 6am, but resisted for fear of looking a dick in front of the bloke I was giving a lift too. Christ I'm a moaning git: Bethany is curled up in Alison's arms in the next room after being unwell all day and I've got a bit of a stiff neck and a sore throat and I'm still playing the self pity card. A shot of my "cure" should do the trick anyway: whiskey and Covonia although the latter may have to be substituted for Sainsbury's own brand cough mixture.