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Jun. 17th, 2011 01:14 pmMaybe the reason I'm feeling a bit sick is that I need something to eat.
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Maybe the reason I'm feeling a bit sick is that I need something to eat.
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*shivers pathetically*
*doesn't feel very well*
Ok, that was at lunchtime. I had the shivers all morning, along with the feeling miserable.
I went to Brownies feeling a bit urgh and with an irritatingly croaky voice, felt better while I was there (a pack of small girls is brilliant distraction therapy; they're a cure for all ills) but I've come back all limp and with a really sore throat.
It's frustrating! You know when you feel like you're coming down with something? It's immensely frustrating to feel like that for a week, when the "something" still hasn't actually made an appearance. I'm not ill (at least not yet, and possibly not at all) but I feel pretty rough anyway.
I am thoroughly sick again. I've felt horrible all day, hot, headachey, sore throat, eyes hurt, sinuses hurt etc. I'm hoping it's just a cold but so far it sort of feels more like a repeat of the flu-bug from hell I had in October. Most tellingly, plain colds don't generally make me want to put my head down on my desk and cry. I'm spending the evening on the sofa under my beloved blanket and blowing my nose every five minutes. And when I'm not feeling well I whine lots and lots. Sorry about that. I need my whining space to let off steam because I don't get to whine in real life. I want to lie down but lying down makes it harder to breathe than standing up. Oh, sleeping in this state is going to be fun tonight. If it's not a cold, then the cough is due to start on Friday night, I reckon.
Today is a better day than yesterday, for two reasons which probably should't be but are equally important to me.
1) Following Sunday night's epic tooth pain, I woke up yesterday with a horrible miserable ache throughout the entire left side of my head. Never did work out whether it was in my jaw (and therefore caused by toothache), ear (and therefore possibly caused by underwater attempts at earclearing in the pool on Sunday) or in my entire head. The only thing I was sure about was that it wasn't actually in the teeth anymore. But it was horrible and miserable and hurt and I spent the entire day at work wishing I could put my head down on the desk and groan. We have some so-called "drawing" software at work which contains hundreds of ready-made graphic illustrations of everything from dentistry to sales maps and it includes a section on headaches, with pictures of unhappy-looking heads and grey patches showing where the pain typically is. One of them had a sad-looking person with a big grey patch over one eye and I have never ever felt more like a picture summed me up.
I went to Brownies regardless of the pain - they are an excellent distraction, we should bottle them and sell them as a cure-all but when I got home, I just lay down on the floor in front of the fire and slept for an hour and then went to bed early. I did wake up a couple of times in the night, convinced I couldn't sleep, tossing and turning but considering I was asleep at 9, I stayed asleep remarkably well and joy of joys, woke up headache-free this morning.
2) Woke up late this morning, got up late, didn't even venture downstairs until five minutes before I was supposed to leave for work, to find the post had already arrived. There was an odd-looking letter, covered in strange symbols. Addressed in handwriting - this was no bill or junk mail or anything from a bank. And- and that's my name on it, in handwriting that looks like it belongs to a fourteen-year-old boy. And a very familiar surname in the top corner... it's a reply from Silver in Afghanistan! Cue something between squee attack and panic attack. I told him some far more personal things than I usually would in my last letter to him and I was a little bit concerned about how he might respond to them.
He's glad to hear from me, glad we're going to become BFF again since "it would never work out between us" and thanks for the marshmallows. The rest I haven't managed to decipher yet. I have no idea what they've done to the letter but it looks like it's been written and then photocopied onto a piece of card which is folded and sealed so you rip three edges off to open it and it's difficult to read. I am delighted. I have a letter from my mate Silver! We're going to remain friends! I'm going to see him again! Doesn't mean I'm not still hopelessly in love with him but many years ago I resigned myself to the fact that we could never be more than friends and I'm perfectly satisfied with that - for now.
In other news, the land behind our office has been bought. We've known that for some time and we've always known that someone would built on it eventually, thus blocking out the light from the only windows in the room. No one's really been looking forward to that. I don't know if I'm the only stupid one but it hadn't occurred to me that before the light was blocked out, we'd have a few weeks/months of building work. I am pleased. My inner four-year-old (who wanted to be a digger driver) still loves watching heavy construction vehicles digging and doing whatever work they do. I've got a scene from my imaginary future playing out in front of me every day, so I certainly won't be joining the chorus of "Oh no! It's noisy and it's horrible!" Also, because they're digging up damp earth, they're wafting a delicious smell of... well, damp earth across the estate. It smells like a field just after it's rained and that I like also. So I'm perfectly contented with the building works.
In fact, other than the fact that my Dearly Beloved Boss arrived ten minutes before I came home for lunch and is therefore going to be in the office all afternoon, I'm pretty contented with my entire Tuesday.