Thursday night was spent mostly awake and coughing – despite warmth and scarves and jumpers and vicks vaporub and heat packs and litres of cough medicine.
I did the sensible thing early Friday morning and emailed MrT, Vincenzo and the PA that I would stay at home. MrT took the opportunity to piggy back on my email, adding in Dr12, RHH and AnxiousMum, and alerting everyone that he was feeling a little under the weather and would likewise be staying at home to ensure he didn’t get any worse. GAH!
I slothed about on the InformationSuperHighway for most of the day feeling pretty miserable and coughing coughing coughing. I did manage to replace the elastic in a pair of Joe/Frank’s trakkie pants and fold some laundry.
Last night was even worse than Thursday – fortunately Bessie was at her other home so Don could retreat to her room for some sleep in the relative quiet.
Today I spent my time being miserable, reading more sewing blogs and untangled and sorted all of my sewing thread. I feel wretched, with more coughing (will it ever stop?), the beginnings of a rash under my chin (too many scarves?), returned earache and horrible flaking nose.
Truly I am the picture of radiant beauty and good health.
If one more person at SML tells me I should have had a flu injection earlier this year, I will breathe heavily on them, as it is I croakily remind them that I have a bad cold, an influenza injection in no way have stopped this.
I have no idea why I have been so sick this season – I really can only put it down to very intermittent exercise because I am eating more healthily than ever. Back when I was running a lot I feel like I was much less prone to illness, so I think I need to get back on that train as a matter of urgency.