Being ill sucks


I hate being sick. I have been roughly ill 6 times this year and it seems that I’m not the only one that has been contracting just about anything that has shown its face and made us ill. I am currently wrapped up, like a fig roll, in PJ’s, covered by a cardigan, wrapped in a fleece and doused in a duvet, in my bedroom, with my teddy nearby, copious amounts of glasses of squash by bed, floor swamped with ibuprofen and paracetamol, with my laptop perched on my lap for good measure, whilst trying to see the screen – I know it’s a glasses wearing moment, but my face feels puffy and wearing them makes me feel like Domo, except less cute and dog like.

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Excuse the image of my rather unfortunate sad looking face, but trying to manage a smile, when I feel like dog shit, is a really hard thing to do. I don’t care, also for not wearing make up, so piss off you haters.

So, after calling my doctor and not being able to move, from this delightful spot in my bed, the best recommendation, is taking drugs, plenty of liquids and rest and trying not to stress. Great. I work in recruitment, how can not talking to people and not being able to talk, make me not stress. Anyone who knows me, will know this is physically impossible in some way or another.

Swollen lymph glands are usually a sign of infection and tend to go down when you recover. It feels like my throat is the size of a giant tree branch and my face is puffy. Super puffy. The need to eat and/or drink anything is off putting even though I made a super an awesome lasagna on Sunday and I can’t eat it. Damn you sickness.

So if any of you are trying to get in touch with me, and I haven’t been responding as quickly as you may have liked, it’s because of this. I will try to get onto all emails and everything as soon as possible.

If someone could just come over and bring more drugs, baby food, a mushed up banana with melted chocolate, some warm tea, a cold press, a fluffy pillow, a hot water bottle, a little kitten, bundles of tissues, a magic wand, Chris Pine and a cure, that would mean a lot to me.

xoxo

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