I don't mean a bad cold, I do mean flu. I think I''ve only had it once before. Saturday night was awful, I felt like a small child. Everything hurt and I had to decide whether it was more painful to have a dry throat or more painful to move and pick up the glass of water.
I couldn't get out of bed on Sunday, and I had a temperature of 103. Even if I'd heard a fox, I'm not convinced I would have been able to get out of bed. Luckily this wasn't put to the test.
I'm fortunate that DH kept me well supplied with drinks, temperature taking, and ibuprofen. He also offered, at suitable intervals, food, cups of tea, and my phone/tablet, but I wasn't up to any of those.
On Tuesday, I got up, and ate something for the first time since Saturday. I answered a WhatsApp message.
On Wednesday I got up and stayed up. I answered a couple of the other messages.
DH brought home some allotment parsnips, and made parsnip soup.
I'm up again today, and I feel OK, just a bit tired. I haven't managed to find the "..And Go" part of my "Get Up And Go". I spent yesterday looking for it unsuccessfully. Over the last two days I've done a few things, slowly.
I cleaned out the chooks, and found our first Garden Girl egg of 2019, laid by the lovely Fayoumi. I sorted out the two spare nesting boxes; the Girls refuse to use them, they just like to complain about boxhogging by everyone else. Still, I like to offer them an alternative, and they can'thave the spare cube as I'm keeping that off limits.
I sat on the swing in the garden, in the sunshine, and fed sunflower seeds to the Girls.
I changed the bed, with DH's help. I've done 4 lots of washing. Today I tackled the the things that needed fixing after several days neglect, but which I didn't want to do whilst I might still be buggy. My Kimchi has been decanted into jars and put in the fridge. The cabbage I bought for this week's Kimchi is now in the chickens. I've changed the water on my sleeping water kefir. I've changed the milk on my milk kefir. I've fed my sourdough starters, and they are sitting on the worktop getting active. I won't be attempting anything vaguely bready until tomorrow.
I've vacuumed downstairs. I've caught up on emails, and Faacebook, and stuff. Mostly caught up. I've been reactive rather than proactive, and it's going to bite me on the bum.
I've looked at the piles of stuff on the cutting table, and chosen to walk on by. I've told myself I'll not do any sewing until next week. I'm hoping that this will take the pressure off me, stop me feeling guilty.
We had some parcels delivered, one of which was enormous. DH asked if it was fabric, and I was happy to tell him it wasn't, it was cat litter. I haven't ordered fabric for a couple of weeks! Ha!
