The majority of my colleagues have had it… and yes, they’ve shared it. And now I’ve got it. Aargh, sinusitis and a gurgling cough have taken up residence in my head and throat. Even my eyelids hurt. And let’s not even mention the multiple eruptions on my face, which come to think of it pee me off far more than the snot, if that’s at all possible. Hey, hang on a minute, how attractive must I – not – be looking with a head full of snot and a face filling up with pus.
I’ve had about thirty-six hours, bathroom breaks not included, in bed. Disgustingly I’ve stock-piled a brown paper bag full of tissues and empty throat sweet blister packs, that if I don’t bin quickly will probably require the bedroom to be decontaminated by some nuclear agency.
My daughters were kind enough a short while a go to suggest I have a shower…aah children and their honesty, what a shame it’s not linked to pocket money. And my husband wants me up and about to air the bed so he can sleep here later on. It’s that or he’ll take up refuge tonight in the spare room. Hmmm, hope he likes sleeping alone.
OK, I’m going to stop feeling sorry for myself now and get up. But hang on a minute if I do, then everybody will assume I’m better and expect me to start cooking and tidying up after them. Better idea, stay in bed for another twelve hours and make the most of it.
Blimey, I must be feeling better if I’m back to finding ways of not cooking. Yikes, I’d better start practicing a gurgling cough followed by a wail of discomfort.