Right now, I do not feel at all well.
I have an incredibly sore throat, my back is killing me and every time I stand up my head wants to leap from my shoulders in a desperate bid to separate itself from my frail and useless body.
I am surviving on cups of sweet tea and small pieces of marmite covered toast.
I feel terrible.
For somebody that rarely gets ill, when I do it tends to be about as pleasant as receiving a slap in the face with a cricket bat!
My wife and I were supposed go out together last night. Something we haven't done without our daughter since last April.
Unfortunately, due to me being seriously unwell. We had to cancel.
The fact that we'd arranged for our daughter to stay at her Nana's house actually turned out to be a bit of a relief. It meant that I could suffer at home without having to face up to the usual parental responsibilities. It also meant I could sleep in this morning. This is a rare luxury that was hampered only by the need to sit up and cough mouthfuls of phlegm into a nearby bowl every few minutes.
Aren't you glad you logged on to read this?
In reality, things can't be that bad. Lets look on the bright side.
At least I got to skip out of work early yesterday. There was no way I could've made it through a whole shift, so I made my apologies and left.
I drove home, made myself some hot chocolate and took myself up to my room. Next I pulled out a few DVDs from the collection and tucked myself into bed.
I had decided that from now on I would unashamedly surrender myself to the fact that I was incapable of the most basic human functions (walking/talking etc). I planned to remain in bed for the duration of the day watching films.
First up was Roman Polanski's The Pianist.
This is a pretty harrowing watch. It's not really appropriate to say that it was enjoyable. But it is definitely a very powerful film and one that I would absolutely recommend.
By the time it was over, my wife had arrived home and joined me in bed for my movie campaign.
The next film was Donnie Darko (directors cut).
This one totally bends my mind. Whenever I watch this I find myself waiting for the resolution to come. It never does and I think that is where the genius of the film lies. Not quite as abstract as Lynch for example but definitely not a film for those that like a simple beginning, middle and end.
Unfortunately for my wife that is exactly the sort of film that she likes.
Unfortunately for me, my illness continued to grow more and more intense as the evening drew in. I tried to counteract this steady increase with some Woody Allen.
Melinda and Melinda.
Not a bad movie but a little disappointing. For those that don't know it, it is a story about a girl called Melinda told from two different points of view (one comic, the other tragic). The script is great (it is a Woody Allen film after all) but because of the need to tell two stories in the space of one it feels a little bit too efficient. However, simple stories work well when ones attention span has been rotted away by a raging fever!
By this point I'm losing consciousness. There's nothing for it other than to let sleep take hold.
Relief.
Warm and peaceful. Beautiful sleep.
Today has been a direct continuation of yesterday.
More films (Ghost in the Shell)
More coughing
More self-pity
At this point things can only get better.
I promise my next entry will be good news only. Things have been weighted too far towards the negative recently.
Apologies for this
Until next time
Stay healthy..
I have an incredibly sore throat, my back is killing me and every time I stand up my head wants to leap from my shoulders in a desperate bid to separate itself from my frail and useless body.
I am surviving on cups of sweet tea and small pieces of marmite covered toast.
I feel terrible.
For somebody that rarely gets ill, when I do it tends to be about as pleasant as receiving a slap in the face with a cricket bat!
My wife and I were supposed go out together last night. Something we haven't done without our daughter since last April.
Unfortunately, due to me being seriously unwell. We had to cancel.
The fact that we'd arranged for our daughter to stay at her Nana's house actually turned out to be a bit of a relief. It meant that I could suffer at home without having to face up to the usual parental responsibilities. It also meant I could sleep in this morning. This is a rare luxury that was hampered only by the need to sit up and cough mouthfuls of phlegm into a nearby bowl every few minutes.
Aren't you glad you logged on to read this?
In reality, things can't be that bad. Lets look on the bright side.
At least I got to skip out of work early yesterday. There was no way I could've made it through a whole shift, so I made my apologies and left.
I drove home, made myself some hot chocolate and took myself up to my room. Next I pulled out a few DVDs from the collection and tucked myself into bed.
I had decided that from now on I would unashamedly surrender myself to the fact that I was incapable of the most basic human functions (walking/talking etc). I planned to remain in bed for the duration of the day watching films.
First up was Roman Polanski's The Pianist.
This is a pretty harrowing watch. It's not really appropriate to say that it was enjoyable. But it is definitely a very powerful film and one that I would absolutely recommend.
By the time it was over, my wife had arrived home and joined me in bed for my movie campaign.
The next film was Donnie Darko (directors cut).
This one totally bends my mind. Whenever I watch this I find myself waiting for the resolution to come. It never does and I think that is where the genius of the film lies. Not quite as abstract as Lynch for example but definitely not a film for those that like a simple beginning, middle and end.
Unfortunately for my wife that is exactly the sort of film that she likes.
Unfortunately for me, my illness continued to grow more and more intense as the evening drew in. I tried to counteract this steady increase with some Woody Allen.
Melinda and Melinda.
Not a bad movie but a little disappointing. For those that don't know it, it is a story about a girl called Melinda told from two different points of view (one comic, the other tragic). The script is great (it is a Woody Allen film after all) but because of the need to tell two stories in the space of one it feels a little bit too efficient. However, simple stories work well when ones attention span has been rotted away by a raging fever!
By this point I'm losing consciousness. There's nothing for it other than to let sleep take hold.
Relief.
Warm and peaceful. Beautiful sleep.
Today has been a direct continuation of yesterday.
More films (Ghost in the Shell)
More coughing
More self-pity
At this point things can only get better.
I promise my next entry will be good news only. Things have been weighted too far towards the negative recently.
Apologies for this
Until next time
Stay healthy..
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Last time I got sick in the UK I was in Leeds. My friend brought me to the local Boots and got me some Beechams Flu caplets. Do they still sell that now? If so, it works loads for me. I was up and "at-em" within 48 hours. The important thing is that you do get mad amounts of rest and drink fluids constantly. It's good to go to the bathroom: Sort of "cleansing" yourself from all the virus. Whatever you do, don't get up before you feel alright to do so. If you're able to see a physician, ask him to call up the local chemist and order you a medicine called Zithromax. It's a super anti-biotic that's 5 capsules. You take 1 the moment you get it, and 1 each of the next 4 days. If it's really bad and you have to resort to that, trust me it'll kill off any buggers in your system that Beechams can't. In any event, I hope you get better bro...no need to apologize about your heath for God's sake! Just get better soon...