There’s no such thing as a ‘touch of the flu’ to a hypochondriac
Remember that mild cold I was complaining about last week? The one I was really hoping wouldn’t get any worse?
Yeah, it got worse.
Actually, by the time that post went live, it was so much worse that I was pretty sure I had the flu, not just the cold. (And also that I would probably die from it, because, you know, health anxiety. There’s no such thing as a ‘touch of the flu’ to a hypochondriac, amiright?) I had the sore joints, the dramatic changes in temperature (One minute I was so cold I was begging Terry to bring me a hot water bottle, the next I was so hot I was throwing the damn thing across the room, and seriously thinking about about running outside and rolling around in that snow you see in the photos…), the non-stop whining about how baaaaaaaad I felt, and how unfaaaaaaiiiirr it was. Then, when Terry came to bed, I managed to wake him up by suddenly sitting bolt upright, while shrieking, “WHAT’S THAT?!” and pointing at a random spot on the other side of the room. So, fun times at our house, for sure!
Anyway, it may not have been quite the weekend I’d planned, and I’m well and truly DONE with being sick all the time now, but, on the plus side, I’m hoping that’s my annual winter cold out of the way now, and I can look forward to being lurgy-free for the rest of the year now. Too much to hope for? Yes, I think so too. Sucks, doesn’t it? The upshot of all of this, though, is that last week’s mood of, “Yay! Am total girlboss!” has been replaced by one of, “GOD, I”m so far behind with everything I’ll probably never catch up now, and I’ve just this second realised that this outfit is almost identical to the last one I posted, just with a different colour of skirt*: whoops!” (*It’s also a different top, but you wouldn’t necessarily know it, would you?)
In other words: SEND CHOCOLATE. And also wine. And maybe some ideas for blogging-related topics I can write about this Sunday, because Terry’s just told me he thinks he’s coming down with that cold/flu hybrid we thought I’d managed to avoid passing on to him, and my brain’s just told me it doesn’t feel like coming up with any ideas of its own this week. Yikes…