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Dec. 24th, 2010 05:14 pmI phoned mum this morning. "I'm dying of the flu," I croaked.
"Nonsense," she said briskly. "You've made it down the stairs."
"I thought I should warn you so I don't infect you. Are you sure you still want me to come tomorrow?"
"BE BY THE END OF YOUR ROAD AT 11AM ON CHRISTMAS DAY."
It's not so much I want to spend Christmas by myself, I just thought I should give her the option. I felt perkyish the last few days, but I woke up last night at 2am, shivering and sore, joints aching and with a throat that felt like a cheesegrater has been rubbed over it. Still feel quite a lot like that although the headache has simmered down a little. After lying awake for an hour I crawled downstairs and had a mug of hot milk with two migraine tablets as they tend to knock me out. SELF-MEDICATING FOR THE WIN.
Going by my Mum's logic that I Wasn't Really Ill, I took a(nother) cocktail of drugs in order to have the energy to get into Ormskirk, picked up engagement ring which now fits (hurrah!) as well as some vital food supplies, and then came home and have returned to my nest on the sofa. I probably don't have the actual flu on the basis that I've managed to leave the house today, but I suspect I will spend all of Christmas shivering miserably in my old bedroom. Lovely.
Merry Christmas one and all. Whatever you're doing, I hope you have a lovely day, and I hope I too have a lovely day.
"Nonsense," she said briskly. "You've made it down the stairs."
"I thought I should warn you so I don't infect you. Are you sure you still want me to come tomorrow?"
"BE BY THE END OF YOUR ROAD AT 11AM ON CHRISTMAS DAY."
It's not so much I want to spend Christmas by myself, I just thought I should give her the option. I felt perkyish the last few days, but I woke up last night at 2am, shivering and sore, joints aching and with a throat that felt like a cheesegrater has been rubbed over it. Still feel quite a lot like that although the headache has simmered down a little. After lying awake for an hour I crawled downstairs and had a mug of hot milk with two migraine tablets as they tend to knock me out. SELF-MEDICATING FOR THE WIN.
Going by my Mum's logic that I Wasn't Really Ill, I took a(nother) cocktail of drugs in order to have the energy to get into Ormskirk, picked up engagement ring which now fits (hurrah!) as well as some vital food supplies, and then came home and have returned to my nest on the sofa. I probably don't have the actual flu on the basis that I've managed to leave the house today, but I suspect I will spend all of Christmas shivering miserably in my old bedroom. Lovely.
Merry Christmas one and all. Whatever you're doing, I hope you have a lovely day, and I hope I too have a lovely day.
