Getting Better At Getting Better

drinksI have been through two whole jars of honey in a week, besides a lot of lemons. Being poorly sick has totally changed my tastes. I have been breathing in eucalyptus on tissues,  my scarf, and my pillow cases. I have had Olbas Oil baths and been rubbing Vicks Vaporub all over me. Which Jack should be here for.

I just feel as if the inside of my chest is coated in so much yuck…and no matter how much coughing I have done, it is still there, and still making me feel exhausted.

The strange emotional tiredness is lingering too. I walked past a tube station where I remember meeting Goldfinch on one of his visits to London. As I was walking past the entrance, the memory was so vivid that I could see him walking towards me. I wanted him so much! I had to bury my face into my scarf while my tears took over.

Anyway…

drinsk.pngI was looking for something slightly different to drink, but still with a cleansing flavour – if you know what I mean. I picked up some ginger and lemongrass cordial and have been sipping it mixed with steaming hot water.

It’s a welcome change. And to be honest, I feel I need to cut down on my honey intake.

At least there were no builders playing music into my bedroom window at seven o’clock this morning. Realizing I was not going to be very good company I cancelled going to the cinema with a friend tonight.

But I am going to have another Olbas Oil bath, smother myself with Vicks Vaporub, put on my snuggly pyjamas, watch Masterchef…and then snuggle up in bed. I am doing everything I can…hopefully this lurgy will clear up before my weekend with Jack.

Plenty of fluids and sleep – lots of sleep – I need to get better at getting better.

So Close To Freaking Out!

Do you know when you have had one of those colds that has become worse and worse? Mine has become awful since it descended onto my chest. I can’t stop coughing!

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It’s worse at night, when I am desperate for sleep. I have tried smothering myself and my pillows with decongestants, and propping myself up with pillows to try to sleep. But last night because my coughing was keeping me awake for so long, I resorted to taking some drowsy cough medicine. I am not great with medicines, they seem to have ten times the intended effect on me. But I was so desperate for sleep.

It didn’t take long before I was fast asleep. Lovely 🙂

Until…early this morning…

…right outside my bedroom window…

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…came this noise (it seemed as if it was on full blast…but I am sure I heard it much louder than the rest of our neighbours.

I woke up to Chic “Le Freak”, known to many as “Freak Out”. Well, despite normally liking this song, at seven o’clock in the morning, I felt pretty close to freaking out I will admit. Builders! In fact, I cannot tell you how close I was to freaking out at them. I wanted to open my window up wide (I had it open a couple of inches to let some fresh air into the room) and ask them if they were insane – playing music at that time of the morning? Grrrr!

Sick Of Being Sick

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I am poorly sick right now. I have been sniffling and sneezing, coughing and choking all day long. It is becoming rather grievous!

I told Jack to stay away from me. He was going supposed to be hanging out here tonight. But I cannot give him a cold. He needs to be on top form for another event on Friday. He will be a busy man on Friday. Love him!

Instead, I am going to curl up into a little ball and try to sleep until some time next month.

Sounds like a great plan doesn’t it!

 

The Dreaded Lurgy

The morning before I was due to fly out to Australia…I woke up with a touch of the dreaded lurgy. Saw throat…with something lurking within it (I will halt the description right there) and I was coughing and wheezing all morning. So I deluged myself with fluids that day…needing to spend a penny a dozen times or so whilst at work.

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Anyway…twenty three hours flying (with a couple of hours lay-by midway) is not the most helpful aide to vanquishing the lurgy. I have felt as if my body was fighting some kind of nastiness ever since. Rest and fluids…and I am taking some vitamins. But these things often just have to run their course. It’s not ruining my holiday!

I just don’t want to get any worse…and I don’t want to make Goldfinch poorly either.

What’s Even Worse Than Man-Flu?

Do you remember that party I mentioned? I was unsure how I felt about going with a male friend. I wanted to dance but I didn’t want him to think we were on a date.

Well, I woke up yesterday and this happened:

So no partying for me tonight!

The good news is…I have spent the whole day in bed and I have been catching up on reading other blogger’s posts and have had chance to work on one or two of my own.

The bad news is I am so zonked with decongestants and Olbas Oil fumes, I think I was a bit flirty with another blogger – I have had a long snooze since I had an exchange of comments with him, but I think I boasted about my talents. His girlfriend is going to be fuming at me. Sorry – by the way. Best not to chat to me when I am full of medication! Who knows what I will come out with?!!

I am so ill! What is even worse that man-flu? A woman who has a stinking cold and is nursing a splinter in her sore heart because her love is on the opposite side of the planet. I have not had a cold since November 2017 – my weekend with Goldfinch at Stowe Landscape Gardens and Stowe School. Did I ever tell you what he did in the restaurant we went to?

I was full of a cold and he had taken me to a beautiful location to walk in the freezing cold air not realizing how ill I was. Although he certainly had ways to keep me warm 😉 my cold became worse and worse during the day. So when we entered a restaurant that evening, he spotted a table near to the fireplace. Without even asking a waiter, he just grabbed the table and dragged it over to the fireplace and sat me down there. Oh my goodness I was in love.

It was after that wonderful day that I came back and wrote him a message saying I felt like a buttery toasted teacake – and I was not sure why he was sweet on me.

I do love thinking about him. He is so wonderful. I actually am glad to be ill. It means I can stay in bed and and dwell on all of my memories of Goldfinch instead of going out dancing. When I go out dancing…I will go with a group of friends. It wasn’t the time to go with a single male friend who is just about “moving on” from the end of his long-term relationship. He is way ahead of me.

And beside…I have decided that when I do go on a “first-date” with someone, I want it to be outdoorsy. A walk in Richmond Park or Hyde Park or any London Park. Even better, would be to go a bit further afield and go hill walking. You have to travel a long way away from London for respectable hills. But there are places like the South Downs that are great for a good ramble. Maybe a cuppa after we have walked and talked all afternoon. I want to be relaxed and in my jeans and not dolling myself up.

After all, if Goldfinch was that romantic towards me when I had a red nose and streaming eyes and a barking cough – I expect any man to accept me when I look a bit rough.

Ugh! I feel so ill. I bet Goldfinch would make me feel better. What he would do with a tub of Vicks and a cool flannel. Oh my!

I am including this song, because this is exactly how I feel about Goldfinch right now – after thinking about fireplaces and sleepy moments in bed with the man who has captivated you.

 

 

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