Welcome to the House of Ill
I'm waiting for the Night Nurse to kick in, though I don't really see how I'm going to sleep much as I've been horizontal for most of the day. It was a back-to-back Frasier day on Paramount, mainly made up of episodes I hadn't seen before, so I was most chuffed, snuggling under a duvet and providing myself with cups of tea, good food and many healing potions.
I do feel a bit better than yesterday, but my body was certainly in need of rest. I was supposed to go to Cardiff last night for Kath's birthday, but I could barely function. I know I did the right thing by staying home but I hate missing out on stuff like that. It had been planned for weeks, I'd bought my ticket on the National Express (cue Divine Comedy) and Zoe had freshly laundered my bedding in the pink bedroom that sucks time - I always end up lying in until afternoon, mainly because that side of the house doesn't get much sun, so I have no clue as to what time it really is.
Still, it's been peaceful. Simon's on holiday so I've had the place to myself with no feeling of guilt or fear of interruption.
I said earlier that I felt I would be missing out on stuff. Well, two offers of doing something came in this weekend. Kate asked whether I'd like to go to the Marc Bolan Experience at the Purple Turtle, and Jules said his folks were down and I would be welcome to join them on a walk around Little Venice if I was up to it. The Marc Bolan thing would have been a giggle, but at the time of the offer, the thought of being in a room full of alcohol-fuelled sweaty people just brought me out in a feverish glow. And ordinarily I would have jumped at the chance of going around Little Venice. It's always struck me as a nice place to go on a sunny Sunday afternoon with a friend - bit of a stroll along the canal with a few things to 'ooh' and 'aah' at, before going for a pint and marvelling that such a place could exist in the sprawling metropolis of London. But I would only have covered the Blewett family in snot, so I thought better of it.
I got thinking a little about my general health and lifestyle. When my cold was developing, I found that the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat was itching like mad. I tried to 'scratch' it with my tongue but I didn't want for it to kick off an infection. I spoke to the pharmacist who said that it was most likely a reaction to the cold and that some honey and lemon should soothe the irritation. As this doesn't normally happen, I checked online and the symptom relates to hay fever and allergies. It got me thinking that perhaps I should see a nutritionist and see whether there are ways to fix my health and general well-being. I have been drinking a bit more than I should lately, to the point where it even alarms me how much I might have put away over the course of a few hours, and even more worrying that I'm more lucid than I should be after drinking that amount. My diet has fruit and veg in it, but nowhere near enough. I should start building a new habit, even if it's one meal a day that cannot be sniffed at, health-wise, is a step in the right direction.
Illness is a good time for introspection, I find. As we try and cure the body of its ailments, our minds and spirits must also get a chance to rejuvenate. I'm glad this cold has finally broken through, because I'd been feeling it coming on for a couple of weeks. It's affected my moods and I feel I've just been muddling through things rather being really there, really present. The bad stuff is working its way out of my system now, so that can only be a good thing.
It says on the Night Nurse box that I shouldn't operate machinery whilst taking the tablets, which is a pity as I have to reverse the forklift truck into the driveway so I can unblock the road. So technically speaking, I shouldn't be operating a keyboard or this mouse, as they are machines of sorts, aren't they? Wouldn't want to be admitted to hospital with my finger caught under the Ctrl key, or be garrotted by the mouse cord. So my entry ends here. No, here.
Here.
Or rather here.
I do feel a bit better than yesterday, but my body was certainly in need of rest. I was supposed to go to Cardiff last night for Kath's birthday, but I could barely function. I know I did the right thing by staying home but I hate missing out on stuff like that. It had been planned for weeks, I'd bought my ticket on the National Express (cue Divine Comedy) and Zoe had freshly laundered my bedding in the pink bedroom that sucks time - I always end up lying in until afternoon, mainly because that side of the house doesn't get much sun, so I have no clue as to what time it really is.
Still, it's been peaceful. Simon's on holiday so I've had the place to myself with no feeling of guilt or fear of interruption.
I said earlier that I felt I would be missing out on stuff. Well, two offers of doing something came in this weekend. Kate asked whether I'd like to go to the Marc Bolan Experience at the Purple Turtle, and Jules said his folks were down and I would be welcome to join them on a walk around Little Venice if I was up to it. The Marc Bolan thing would have been a giggle, but at the time of the offer, the thought of being in a room full of alcohol-fuelled sweaty people just brought me out in a feverish glow. And ordinarily I would have jumped at the chance of going around Little Venice. It's always struck me as a nice place to go on a sunny Sunday afternoon with a friend - bit of a stroll along the canal with a few things to 'ooh' and 'aah' at, before going for a pint and marvelling that such a place could exist in the sprawling metropolis of London. But I would only have covered the Blewett family in snot, so I thought better of it.
I got thinking a little about my general health and lifestyle. When my cold was developing, I found that the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat was itching like mad. I tried to 'scratch' it with my tongue but I didn't want for it to kick off an infection. I spoke to the pharmacist who said that it was most likely a reaction to the cold and that some honey and lemon should soothe the irritation. As this doesn't normally happen, I checked online and the symptom relates to hay fever and allergies. It got me thinking that perhaps I should see a nutritionist and see whether there are ways to fix my health and general well-being. I have been drinking a bit more than I should lately, to the point where it even alarms me how much I might have put away over the course of a few hours, and even more worrying that I'm more lucid than I should be after drinking that amount. My diet has fruit and veg in it, but nowhere near enough. I should start building a new habit, even if it's one meal a day that cannot be sniffed at, health-wise, is a step in the right direction.
Illness is a good time for introspection, I find. As we try and cure the body of its ailments, our minds and spirits must also get a chance to rejuvenate. I'm glad this cold has finally broken through, because I'd been feeling it coming on for a couple of weeks. It's affected my moods and I feel I've just been muddling through things rather being really there, really present. The bad stuff is working its way out of my system now, so that can only be a good thing.
It says on the Night Nurse box that I shouldn't operate machinery whilst taking the tablets, which is a pity as I have to reverse the forklift truck into the driveway so I can unblock the road. So technically speaking, I shouldn't be operating a keyboard or this mouse, as they are machines of sorts, aren't they? Wouldn't want to be admitted to hospital with my finger caught under the Ctrl key, or be garrotted by the mouse cord. So my entry ends here. No, here.
Here.
Or rather here.