Olympic fever

My throat started feeling sore yesterday morning and when I developed a fever (37.8C) by the early evening, I felt at once that this was something bad. It reminded me of the flu I came down with just a little over eleven years ago that kept me out of work for nearly two weeks. I took paracetamol and an antitussive right away which thankfully allowed me to get some rest. But while I stopped coughing and my temperature went back down to almost normal, my nose decided to get into the Olympic spirit this afternoon: it started running. Sigh.