Oh what a week! My stats are down because I haven’t been writing much here. That’s because I’ve been ill. And that’s because someone in our panto cast decided to come in with a bad cold and proceeded to cough and sneeze over the rest of us. So grrrr!
I’ve finally started to feel a bit better today, taken a couple of paintings up to a local gallery and come home. Phew, I’m tired now!
First a fall and then a cold, I’ve not really done much blogging over the last couple of weeks. I’ve been resting and sitting and staring. Looking at canvases and thinking what I should do. I’ve got a craft fair coming up and I need to do some basically Christmassy art, but I don’t know what to do. I don’t really do cute and my mind feels befuddled. At least I’ve got more than a week to go to the big one. But will I get some cards printed. I’m going to have to push myself as soon as I feel better. The digital drawing illustrating this piece pretty much sums up how I feel.
Can you get me the Tiger Balm for my injured back please? I can’t use the anti inflammatory gel for another five hours. (no tigers involved just menthol) I asked my hubby to fetch it. Its in the bathroom on top of the cupboard.
Five minutes later he came back with some E45 cream in approximately the same sized tub. And a scented candle in a small jar – jasmine scented I think.
Come with me it’s on top of the cupboard. We went through into the bathroom. It wasn’t there anymore. It was there last night. Now, there are model trains and carriages, but no Thai tiger balm. What have you done with it I asked? I don’t know, I didn’t move it. Maybe the cats knocked it off. It might be in the box I tripped over? Getting frustrated now. It’s in the shed, I’ll look, he said.
Ten minutes later. No it’s not there. There is no way I can go out and check with him….
Must be the poltergeist, I said…..
I’m sick of feeling ill! I’ve been like this for a week. Aching, tired. I feel like I’m going to come down with shingles or something.. I had it a few years ago and it was vile. Oh well… If it goes quiet you will know why.
I’m feeling quite unwell, sneezing and coughing, so I had a chat with my hubby who studied science.
If you don’t want to read more please leave the room..
The answer is it doesn’t have to be. It depends on the bacteria causing it.
Sorry if you are eating.
It’s a complex muco polysaccharide according to my hubby, made up of sugars in very long chains. It acts like a dye. Being green or yellow or other colours. It depends on the bacteria causing it. Viruses are colourless so I guess if you have one and get coloured mucus you might have a secondary infection?
So anyway on that note I will get some honey and lemon.
I will not paint (I ache)
My neck aches, my eyes ache.
I’m hot, I feel like grot.
I’m resting, and waiting.
Thinking, and dozing.
I’m wobbling and dizzy.
Shoulders and hips hurt,
Head aches, body breaks.
Need an amalgam of gentle remedies.
Soften this agony,
Rest and recovery.
Shattered nerves sting.
My head feels like it’s about to explode.
I’ve got the lurgy.
My nose has legs and is running.
Very green sneezes.
My bones are aching badly.
Even my feet ache.
Stomach and back are sore.
Two years ago I ended up in hospital and had to go on intravenous antibiotics. I was so miserable I decided to get my partner to bring a sketch book in so I could at least draw the view.
The room I was in was on one of the top floors, so unless I got close to the window all I could see was a few rooftops then sky. I took a few photos of the drawings on my phone while I was there for a few days.
My most miserable memory was the food. Tasteless stuff, pap, soft with no flavour. How patients are supposed to get better when the food is so awful … I think it must have cost pence to make. I remember enjoying the sandwiches, they were the only tasty thing in there.
Apart from that everyone was good and kind. But I was pleased to escape. Unfortunately when the ambulance took me home there was no one there to let me in! Luckily my partner turned up so I managed to avoid being carted back to the hospital! Happily we don’t normally have to pay for treatment in this country. Long may it remain so.
I feel like I’m sinking down into a hole. So tired and aching. Viruses are horrible – how can something so small, barely alive, cause pain and misery? I am fed up of having this sore throat My voice is gruff and hoarse.
I have food in the fridge that needs cooking but I don’t feel like doing anything, but I can’t leave it for another day.
Still I guess it’s not as bad as some illnesses. I will get over it eventually. I guess I’m basically feeling sorry for myself.