The sore throat I mentioned the other day turned out to be the harbinger of a couple of days of feeling really bad. Yesterday and today I've been pottering around the house feeling tired, sweaty, achey, and with a pounding headache and sore throat. It's lifting a bit now, and I feel a bit brighter, but I still feel pretty craptastic. I actually got up, showered and was almost ready to leave the house for work this morning when I though, Nup, ain't gonna.
So I've been drinking tea, napping fitfully, watching Ophrah (yesterday it was about gay people all over the world, and it was fascinating - unless I'm delirious of course), shuffling from room to room like an old man, unsuccessfully trying to get in to see my doctor or any of the other doctor's at the surgery (note to self, plan the getting sick thing ahead next time), and feeling a little miserable and depressed. I haven't even been able to concentrate enough to knit...
I took myself off for the 10 minute walk to the Newtown shops yesterday afternoon, foraging for provisions and something to read, and I think I must have been a bit feverish because everything seemed drawn in really bright, sharp relief. The church spire against the leaden grey sky. A small and scruffy white dog being called by the unlikely name of "Sarah". The sweat trickling down my back even while I felt chilly and close to shivering.
Anyhoo, I feel much on the mend now. It's just been some sort of bug that made its presence felt before moving on. Amongst today's excitements have been a small (interior) waterfall in my kitchen thanks to a torrential rainstorm, a leaky gutter, and a window frame that is not as watertight as it should be. I've been loving the book I bought, "In The Wake" by Norwegian writer Per Petterson (beautiful translation by Anne Born), and have been reading that on and off, between the mopping up that is. Shortly Oprah, and then an afternoon nap.
See you tomorrow, where I'll be feeling very much better I predict.