Sunday, December 18, 2005

Something Is Coming...

And sadly it's not Patrick McGuiness in my bed.

I feel like shit. My head hurts, my bones are aching and my nose is altering from runny to stuffed up with alarming speed.

I could happily have hibernated in bed this morning but my Better Half's brother was coming today for a flying visit with my 1 year old niece and as we don't see nearly enough of her (or him) I made the effort to drag my butt from my bed. Once I had made the decision to get up and dressed I couldn''t be bothered going back to bed and have spent the day reading the sunday papers and watching t.v although I will confess to lying on the sofa fast asleep while Better Half watched Chelsea and Arsenal battle it out on Sky.

Personally I blame Ross and Nikki for my current plague. Both have been ill with a similar illness in recent times and obviously felt with this being the season of goodwill to spread the joy around. I am damn sure I will feel worse before I feel any better. Deep joy with Santa due in for milk and cookies in less than a week.

Really I could not have picked a worse week to get ill. The kids have a million and one things on this week - Brownie carol concert, school concerts, Nativity play...and I've still got my food shop and wrapping to do and a couple of shifts at work to fit in yet.

Oh and just to add to my woes, my wisdom tooth is playing up so one side of my mouth is swollen and aching. Yes I know I'm past 30 and shouldn't have issues with wisdom teeth but mine never came through properly and are still trying from time to time to stake their claim for a place in my mouth...

Och well. Not to worry. Luckily I am a female and not a male so I will be able to carry on as normal and get through the week. If I was male I would have had to lie dying in bed until at least Thursday...we all know how serious the man-flu can be.

Jenny xx

1 comment:

Divemaster GranDad said...

Talk about being goaded into sending a response in defense of MANkind...but I won't...

Jen, stop whining and get back in the kitchen and put on Better Half's dinner...and hurry up with that third beer (why'd it take so long anyway?)...suck a Disprin, that'll sort your toothache out. If it doesn't, get the pliars out of the toolbox (like men do)...

And anyway, we wouldn't lie around until Thursday, cos that'd mean we'd still have to go to work on Friday...sheesh, talk about thinking short term... LOL...

Hurry up and get well. Nobody likes a cranky old cow running around the house...

On a serious note...Get well soon...