You wake early morning, roll over, try to breathe, and immediately you know something is not quite right. That was me last Sunday. Here it is a week later. Life has carried on about me. Even without me. I fought the nasty bug which crept into my chest and caused me to cough until I thought my ribs were cracked. Did I pick it up on the plane coming back? Possibly. Perhaps I should have joined the masked crowd at Heathrow airport - there were many who had enough sense to protect their precious lungs.
As much as I dislike having to be medicated, especially with antibiotics, I feel safer knowing I do not have Swine 'Flu, and hopefully a few more days will have me back to normal. Meanwhile, fresh fruits and veggies are what I'm eating - this beautiful Swiss Chard in a fresh farm eggs omelette was good last night.
My favorite little 'under the weather' snack is always the one from childhood, a slice of crispy brown toast with butter of course, and real marmalade, slightly tart with chewy pieces of chopped orange peel, accompanied by a nice cup of hot tea.
And then I slept.......and slept, I've never spent so many hours in the realm of dreams and rest. They say it's the best thing for a sick body, the way to regain health and vigor.
When we're not our usual selves due to sickness or stress, we often act differently. I know I've been a pain this past week - forgive me DH! I just hate being ill and not able to do the many things that stare me in the face each day...........the garden chores, the household chores, the decorating projects on my list, visiting friends at my local antiques/vintage shops etc. I like to be a busy person and hopefully I'll be back with renewed energy soon.
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