I do believe (without a shadow of a doubt) that I’m the worst patient to live with… my pain threshold is zilch, my moods pin-ball, I frequently relish in sympathy sobs and I have zero tolerance for agitating coughs, wheezes & sneezes. So now that I’m dosed with the horrid winter lurgies for a second time in four weeks my mood has hit rock bottom as I mope around in pj’s, slipper socks and my polka dot dressing gown with it’s pockets stuffed full of grotty Kleenex tissues – such an elegant vision eh?
This week has been a drag to say the least. I’ve moped, moaned, groaned and indulged myself in the occasional sympathy sob during those moments I’ve felt disgracefully sorry for myself. Monday night was the worst as my joints ached and burned as I lay in bed groaning the entire night, yes – even in my sleep! Unfortunately my poor hubby woke up the following morning feeling more exhausted than I did as he confessed to listening to my audible wails of pain only a few inches away from him from midnight to morning. Somehow I doubt I’d have been so forgiving…
Thankfully though as each day passes I’m beginning to get a teeny tiny bit better – even if I am still floating around like a domestic little thunder cloud. However in the midst of all this germ infested chaos I’ve learnt a few valuable life lessons…
Vitamin Expectations Vs Reality:
Having religiously stuck to consuming my chewy vitamin C pastels on a daily basis for the last 3 months, I must admit I was slighted disgruntled when the first bout of lurgies hit let alone the second. ‘How could they fail me? I’ve took them every bloody day!’ I whined to Steve as he softly reminded me they’re not a preventative to these beastly bugs. On the bright side, I guess it would be a whole lot harder fighting the winter nasties without them *grumble*
Never Google your symptoms:
According to more than one website I should be lying in my local funeral parlour by now. Taking to the internet to research aches and pains is reeeeeally not a good move for the bravest of souls, let alone the anxiety prone!
Don’t attempt to create a culinary masterpiece:
Yesterday evening I took a bizarre notion for Chicken in White Wine Sauce… thinking I was up to making it for the clan I took to rolling up my dressing gown sleeves and rattling about the kitchen in preparation to rustle up a tasty dinner for us all. Less than half way through prepping the ingredients my complexion had turned 50 Shades of green as my intestines performed somersaults at the mere sight food. Hoping that it was just a passing bout of nausea I prevailed… of course by the time I set the plates down I managed to nibble on half a button mushroom. Epic fail.
In fact, don’t bother cooking at all:
Ice lollies are a much better option. Enough said.
Never underestimate the power of a good Disney movie:
I may have sounded like a vintage tractor but at least 90 minutes of The Aristocats summonsed enough joy for me to exercise my vocal chords during ‘Everybody wants to be a cat’. I may be 32 but you’re never too old for Disney film right?
Wishing you all the very best of health blog buddies *Sniff*