Bleah

[gothwalk]

Down with the second day of what I thought was a relatively mild dose of flu, or some other winter bug. I was doing fine last night, aches and pains gone, head not sore, fully working out the pleasures of getting to work on a nice cold morning this morning. I woke this morning, staggered out of bed protesting to myself "it's because you've just woken up", got as far as reading mail and doing dishes, and realised that no, it wasn't. The aches and pains are back - my fingers ache, my head is sore and a bit spinny, and I have developed the fine art of staring into space between sentences, indeed between thoughts, to about three minutes. Sinuses are starting to block up as well. I hates being sick; it takes time that could be good because I'm at home, and turns it into nothing, and it eats my evenings as well. Not to mention the basic unwellness.

I'm concentrating all the whinging about it into one burst here, so that people can bear to be around me; there's nothing worse than a sick bloke for general miserableness. So: whinge whinge, whine whine, poor me, bleah, whinge, whine.

There.

Comments

[salith.livejournal.com]

my fingers ache
I get that a lot... but no flu or anything, just the arthritus.
Hope you get better soon.

[cartographer.livejournal.com]

rockpaperaxe recommended taking uniflu every four hours (it advises every six hours on the box), and it worked very well for me. Being sick is a horrible waste of time, so you may as well spend it asleep and drugged out :-)

I hope you're better soon.

[wyvernfriend.livejournal.com]

Hope you get better soon!

A lecturer recommended hot whiskey or brandy for whatever ailed you, it made the symptoms easier to bear!

[juanfandango.livejournal.com]

Quite. Recently being in a place where the tap water most definitely isn't potable, I woke up one fine morning and, on auto-pilot, took a pill and washed it down with a glass of...tap water. Eeek. Quickly headed down to the kitchen and downed 1/3 pint of whisky :-) That seemed to do the trick and kill the worms.

(Hangs head in shame...it was Talisker. I know, why is there never a bottle of shite blended when you really need one!)

(Of course, had the bottle been Springbank, I would've just let the worms eat my intestines. I'm not that much of a heretic).

[springinautumn.livejournal.com]

Oh you poor thing. Wine away, all you like!!! Rant even. And then, go back to bed, maybe? At least, don't wait at the keyboard till you fall over and bop your head on something. Keyboard.... desk..... floor.... :( {{{{{{{{Gothwalk}}}}}}}}

Seems you posted this, about an hour ago [your noon-ish]. It's now your 13:00 - ish, I think.

[springinautumn.livejournal.com]

inannajones posted that it's snowing. Is that what *knocked you for a loop,* as we say *around these parts*? :)