The 24th of September.
Poorly. I had a massive sleep, aided by Zopiclone, which was good, but I’m not well. My sinuses are full of crap on my left side – my head is so heavy. Most of my day, I have sat and crocheted. I need to write up a bunch of blog posts but I have just not got the energy. Sunday Brunch, porridge, coffee. Curled up in leggings and another enormous jumper.
Grandma came for lunch, and we had my favourite, venison. But then I spent a couple of hours upstairs on my bed, resting my back, trying not to feel like shit. I didn’t fall asleep, like I have been known to when ill. Oh, I just want to go to bed. Stay in bed. I’m so glad this week is empty. I need to regain energy for Sunday. Harry Potter!
The 25th of September.
Bleugh. Definitely poorly. I woke up with a sore throat again, and my head is full of cold. I think I might have what Daddy had the other week – streaming nose, going through tissues by the dozen, feeling like garbage.
I spent my morning putting together all the blog posts I have missed since the start of my busy week. The house phone rang while I was working, and Mommy was out, stocking up on decongestants etc for me, so I thought I’d better answer. Luckily for me, it was Christine, calling to update us on her chiro appointment for her dodgy wrist, and I had a little sneezing fit at her down the phone.
When Mommy returned, she has also got some chicken and vegetable soup for me, so I had that with my Fudgepacker brownie for lunch, which did make me feel slightly better.
Rest of the day, I have been sat in front of the TiVo box, finishing off one crochet project and starting another, some little wintery dudes.
Rellik is on tonight so I can’t go to bed early again. I’ll try to lie in in the morning but if my throat is as sore as it was today, that will be tough.