Oy. It's been a strange week chickens, and apologies for this blog being a bit dead in the water this week. I've been sick with the worst wracking, deep, choking, dry cough for most of the week. Felt better, had a lovely dinner at Uchi Lounge and a thoroughly debauched late night at an underwear party called Rezurrection with my friend Christopher and about 500 of our closest hot boy friends, then not surprisingly felt worse again. Duh.
So now I find myself at home on a Saturday night, the Saturday night of the Sydney Gay & Lesbian Mardi Gras no less, watching an old Marx Bothers film, desultorily Facebooking, and craving a super long G & T (Bombay Saphire, tonic, lots of ice and lashing of fresh lime).
I'm not thoroughly convinced with my doctor's diagnosis, but I do agree with her that my chest is clear and it isn't bronchitis. I don't feel sick sick, I mean I have no fever or cold symptoms, but this frigging cough is doing me in. Waking myself up all through the night, giving me a pounding headache and tense, sore neck and shoulders.
Grumpy Saturday night!
Gosh I feel like that G&T. Or maybe a small flask of the warm sake Christopher and I had at Uchi Lounge. Once we saw a sake called Bishonen ("Beautiful Boy") on the menu you know we had to have it, right? I bet all the queens love a Bishonen! Actually, it was delicious and amazingly calming for my cough, probably the mix of warmth and alcohol. Beautiful boys are medicinal.
Anyhoo, off to bed soon for another battle with Mr Sandman vs My Esophagus. On the upside, I have a good book to read before sleep. 3 parcels of books I ordered online arrived this week. 3! First on the nightstand is "Nella Last's War", the daily diaries written for the UK archival Mass Observation project by Nella Last. Housewife, 49, as her first observation in September 1939 begins. Oh my they are good, her voice and personality leap off the pages and her observations of the extraordinary ordinary days of the Second World War are tender, thoughtful, bittersweet and at times surprising. Frequently very funny also. I was a big fan of the BBC dramatisation with Victoria Wood ("Housewife, 49"), so I had high expectations of the source material.
Off to bed my ducks. Wish me luck!