One way or another, men in my life have tried to murder me all week. Between gasping for breath and coughing all night, I was ready for my last rites. On Saturday I decided to have a flu injection, to prevent me from contracting the Piggie Flu. On getting the symptoms, another male friend suggested that I take the Tamiflu that I got from some dealer last year. Then yet another male pal, who looked  to me like an undertaker ,came and gave me a selection of medicines that promptly finished me off and put me out for the whole week. I suddenly woke up and thought it is better not to take anything at all. For all the talk from people in the know, I was clearly being measured up for my coffin. I hadn’t even changed my will. So for a day I pretended to take them but did not - and do you know, I am up and about ,writing and wanting to go for a run. Clearly, I am still a bit sick but the remedies for flu can knock you out.  Medicines are so strong nowadays that unless you are really sick, which I was, they really should be taken with care. If I hadn’t stopped, I would be dying of them.  I hate hospitals, too. If I could avoid them forever, I would be very happy. They are very quick to give you the morphine death rattle. Apparently, the clinical stuff doesn’t even make you float. The makers could at least give us our last few moments of happiness dreaming.