Sickness Central

Since yesterday, things have not improved. In fact, in between applying nasal drops to the kid and making her take her pills, purchasing half the pharmacy yesterday for Mammy2's illness and having to get a taxi into work this morning, I am never again going to take my health for granted. I was so bad on leaving work yesterday that once I got off the bus in town I thought I was going to have to ring someone and get them to bring me home or hop in a cab. Whatever the bloody virus is, its attacking my balence and ability to stand. Martyr that I am, well, I am my mother's daughter, I made it home, stopping off at the chemist on the way.

I fell, literally in the door and onto the bed. Dramatic much? Me? Flicks mane, I am a leo remember.
So at the moment I am brought to you courtesy of neurofen, Vitamin C and soothers. Tonsilitis, it pops up when you least expect it. Whenever I did fall asleep last night, poor Mammy2 was awake with tissues everywhere. The kid comes into the room every so often dressed like someone from Outbreak. I'm not sure what exactly she thinks we have.

She was allowed bring all of her art work home yesterday, so we have the main painting hanging in the living room. She is well chuffed with herself. She had to go get the bus this morning by herself as I was in no state to accompany her and she didn't mind too much. Holidays next week so I suppose she's bound to be falling over herself.

I was near commiting murder yesterday. Charmed was on, she's a huge fan. Something to do with wiccan. I believe. But I was sick and my head was splitting and every thing she said went straight through my head. I made the mistake of asking her to quieten down a bit. The glare and pout I received was not worth it. I headed to bed. At 9. I had work to do but it was either go to bed
or strangle her. I was in that sort of a mood.

Thank god its the weekend. Apart from another website I have to work on, I plan on doing nothing. Except housework. PMT strikes and no-one is safe. Stand in front of me long enough and you'll be bundled into a washing machine. My gmail inbox took a battering yesterday. There was 743 emails in it and and I had finally found out how to move them. I am now down to 14. Yes, it most likely makes so sense to you but I was chuffed. I was in a bit of mood yesterday, I think it was the PMT but after a few emails to the mate R, the funk was running for the hills. I can't really stay peeved for too long to be honest. Its just not me.

R is a funny character. Not sure what I'm supposed to do when she takes off back to SA. Apply to the foreign embassy for a new foreign pal, prefereably with her sense of humour. Should be no problem?!

With less then a month to go to Pride, you'd think my head would be spinning. But no, it appears that I am relaxed about things. Yes I did say relaxed. Tomorrow, there is shopping for the merchandise and as soon as Mammy2 makes a recovery, she will be getting on to her tasks. Now, I can only hope the weather is a bit better then the dismal shite its been producing of late. I mean, I spend more time in front of the wardrobe these days then I do trying to make it to work. This is not good for a laserbeam.