Dear Doctor,
I am a surf fisho but I just can't do it anymore .
Countless hours spent getting smashed around by tonnes of water, aching legs & sand in every orifice ...
I've got a fever - I've got it BAD ! It started Tuesday Dec 28 2004 when a hairy mackeral man knocked on the caravan door at 4.30am - he gave it to me - a bag limit of spots - spots everywhere - spots here, spots there - BIG SPOTS too....
... it kept going into January, the sweats - the fever ...
my surf rod, rigged but untouched by the salt.
... & I've still got it, a really bad turn in fact on Monday Jan 15, the dreaded BLUE FEVER - enough for 4 men ......
help, help, help