Once upon a time there was a silly woman called Tammy who just didnt know how to judge her energy levels and so whenever she overdid it her thyroid said "STOP - enough is enough" and it would let some virus or other in to make her really ill so that she would rest.
Now the time came for a big opportunity in her life - the Wellingborough carnival. Not only did she go with it but she took a tonic for the weeks before and after, rested as much as possible especialy the following week. The carnival was a success and the week after passed without too much ill feeling between her thyroid and herself.
BUT S T I L L the demon thyroid decided to strike and so rendered Tammy unfit for anything but her bed for the weekend with the shivers (Oh my god I never felt so cold in 4 jumpers in all my life!) and a stonking headache. Rest and a trip to the doctors is on the cards today for our hapless heroine but can you save her spirit? - please just write the end to this sorry tale in a way that is bound to at least make her smile...although chuckle would be good (piskie? shirl? flumm?, hf?) and a belly laugh (hw, nicos) would be even better!
Now the time came for a big opportunity in her life - the Wellingborough carnival. Not only did she go with it but she took a tonic for the weeks before and after, rested as much as possible especialy the following week. The carnival was a success and the week after passed without too much ill feeling between her thyroid and herself.
BUT S T I L L the demon thyroid decided to strike and so rendered Tammy unfit for anything but her bed for the weekend with the shivers (Oh my god I never felt so cold in 4 jumpers in all my life!) and a stonking headache. Rest and a trip to the doctors is on the cards today for our hapless heroine but can you save her spirit? - please just write the end to this sorry tale in a way that is bound to at least make her smile...although chuckle would be good (piskie? shirl? flumm?, hf?) and a belly laugh (hw, nicos) would be even better!
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