Fast forward through a few more days like that . (Leave the
house at 6.00am, get home at 7.40pm, shower,
eat, collapse into bed.)
It’s Saturday. And I’m sick.
I’m exhausted and I’m sick. I just slept for 3 hours while Mr Man was at
a birthday party we were invited to L.
I feel nauseous, my glands hurt. It
feels like there is a ball of fire in
my throat and talking is quite the effort. I just decided I need fruit icy
poles for said fire ball so Mr Man has gone out to get them for me, and
vitamins. I have a handful of pills
sitting in front of me to take but I don’t want to have to swallow them.
Tomorrow we are supposed to be going out of town to surprise
my dear friend for her birthday and I fear I won’t be well enough L I guess I had this coming.
On the bright note, I’m going to try and apply for a job this
week which is ten minutes away from home. Ten minutes. Not two hours. How
delightful.