Isn't it wonderful - the kindness of sick people who are just dying to share with you, and give you what they have?!
A family member was sick as a dog on Monday and Tuesday, and still not 100% on Wednesday. Come Thursday, they're on the mend. And for me - it started on Thursday night - my throat felt a leetle sore.
Friday was the "my throat feels like razor blades" syndrome and you just know your taste buds will be shot to pieces the next day. So it was and so on the Friday I decided on having "junk food" for tea. After all I reasoned, I wouldn't be able to taste it or anything else much the next day. And so it proved.
Today, Saturday, sees me with the full works and getting progeessingly worse as the day wore on. The razor blades had thankfully removed themselves from my throat, but the taste buds are gone - can't taste a thing really. And the nose - it alternates between blocked and stuffy and running like a tap. But blocked seems to be the winner.
Sneezes too, and those rings of heavy fire going around in circles around the eyes. Lethargic and energy-less. I rarely get sick. And I don't much like it when I do. I just wish this heavy infestation of being an incubus of viral plague would go away.
It is now early Sunday morning and I need some TLC. Which I won't get. Mums aren't supposed to get sick - right?
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