I hate being sick. One of the only things worse than being sick is being sick AND tired.
Okay, so I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired.
Stupid cold started its merciless attack last Friday night. I immediately dosed up on vitamin C hoping against hope that I could ward off the worst of it.
I was, as I usually am, wrong. But hope does spring eternal.
So, I got progressively worse over the course of the weekend to the point where I stopped getting anything resembling normal sleep (which isn’t terribly normal at the best of times).
Voice started to go.
Crankiness (more crankiness than usual) set in.
Did an interview for Get Published about Mik 3 – it made sense at the time.
And now, here I am. Trying to figure out how I can get rid of this cold and get a bunch of things done in what is proving to be my busiest week in a long time.
End of whinging (yes, I said whinging, not whining).
This is where having an alter ego, who is not totally a construct of your own mind, helps. turn the snow blower on and send me something I can take off your plate.
Big problem with your offer – you have at least as much on your plate as I do. 😛
Sorry the bugs have invaded you and are attempting a hostile takeover.
I hope you can get some sleep and beat off the beasties.
Thank you. I think I have turned a corner (I think). All I need to do now is convince my mind that it should turn off long enough to allow undisturbed sleep. 🙂