The sun has been shining, the weather has been mild. The children have been reasonably lovely all day. Friends came round. We went for lunch. It was a great day.
And yet, I still feel ill. Iller than I did yesterday when I thought I may be on the mend.
Even I, eschewer of doctors and the health system in general know that this is not good.
I have not been able to do certain things that I wanted to do to day, easy, simple things that I normally would not even think about. I have not been able to eat what I wanted to eat today. Everything I have done today has been horribly hard work.
I have not wanted to read my book. I have not wanted to blog.
Monday morning is doctor time. Pooh, pah, bum.
Fin with the moaning.
It’s very, very boring. Too boring to talk about any longer.
I am blogging out of sheer force of habit. I have lots of things to say but no energy with which to do them justice.
I am going now to have a good moan and a bit of a whinge in the real rather than the virtual world.
Farewell cruel blog.
I will be back.
This is a bit like a Shakespearean death scene isn’t it?
Oh.
All right.
I shall just fuck off then.
Hope you’re all having a fabulous weekend by the way.
I really have gone now.
Honestly
Promisedly.
Fin
Sorry to hear you’re feeling so rubbish. Still poetic despite that. I feel rubbish too but mainly just because of the extraordinary amount of stress I’ve added to my life recently. Sleep is a thing of the past…
Hope you feel better soon
Same here… hope you feel better in the morning. I too am a bit exhausted and unbloggish. Maybe it’s just February? x e
Oh, you poor old sausage. I hope the doctor gives you some joy. Make Jason wait on you, I’m sure that will help.
x
Have just started reading our blog – it’s bloody brilliant! So please go to the Doc’s and hurry up and get well!
homeofficemum
Well, these women who will gad about on sailing ships must expect never to sleep again
Expateek
Yep. Let’s pin all our hopes on March. January was a bummer, February is crap. Surely March must have more promise?
Ali
I think you’re right there my dear.
That Girl
Will do my best, coughs gently!