A Wave from the Grave

well, this time it got me (or I got it, dunno) really, really bad. Bronchitis (the lovely kind that makes you feel as if your whole ribcage is hollow, sore and dripping with chilli sauce) rhinitis and fever. Spent the night in a light-headed haze, too feverish to sleep but too tired to not try. Have to stay up until 8.30, so I can call at work, then back to bed.
It's not a real influenza, because the fever isn't high enough (only 38), but it's certainly very similar to the big bad sister: not one square inch of skin that doesn't hurt, not one joint or limb that doesn't scream in protest every time I move.
Will call new doctor later and ask for Chinese remedy, and if I can take Echinacea with my current medication.
Waaaah. Am feeling like very old, eaten-by-a-whale-and-vomited-up-again version of myself.