Today I felt amazingly better. I leapt out of bed at 8am, tidied the house, did the hoovering and cooked huge quantities of food. Then I went rushing out the house to finally buy the Christmas tree, went to Asda to buy food and then wrapped some presents up before posting them off. After that I wrote hundreds of thousands of words before going for a run.
Yeah that didn’t happen, but it’s boring to keep saying ‘ugh’. I do feel a teensy bit better admittedly. I say a teensy bit better. I’m not sneezing as much and my appetite is back a bit. Yesterday I said it was back, it wasn’t really. In the end yesterday, all I ate was some mashed potato and some Yorkshire puddings. All day.
A commenter mentioned yesterday that I don’t have flu because I managed to blog. A commenter I don’t know admittedly and I’m pretty sure knows sod all about me if they came to that conclusion. I’d ramble on for longer about that but, somewhat ironically, I haven’t got the energy to do so.
I did somehow manage to get some work done today. I have no idea how, I’ll put it down to stubbornness. And the realisation that it had to be done and I’d run out of time. Good ole willpower. That’s how I’ve kept blogging really. There were quite a few naps in between and general ‘ugh’ moments though.
Anyway, I’m getting there. I’m just bored and tired and can’t breathe and keep coughing and……er yeah.
Roll on feeling better.