Wednesday Jan. 28th
I am not doing so well today. My blood pressure is through the roof and my throat feels like someone used a cheese grater on it. I am weak like a newborn and cold like an ice cube. I look like a plucked chicken with all the “goose bumps” from shivering from the inside out. Nope. I definitely don’t feel too shit hot! I have lots of work to do but it will have to wait until morning.
Thursday Jan. 29th
I am really not feeling well. I think I’ve been too overwhelmed, too run down. I’ve caught a virus, a flu bug. My throat is still not good. Now it feels like it’s been invaded by an army of Tonka Truck scrapers and they’re setting up camp. My head is like a mushroom on steroids and it feels like if I move it too fast chunks of it will fall off. I don’t know if it was the extra work and tension of the surprise birthday party or the fact that I had to keep lying to keep it a secret. Lying has never been my specialty. It’s too darn difficult to keep stories straight and not trip up.
Friday Jan. 30th
I’m sipping on a hot water honey/lemon juice concoction. I’m hoping it will help with this doozer of a cold. My voice still sounds like a one of a frog stuck head first in a swamp and my head feels like a basketball after a game that’s gone into overtime. There’s not much voice left.
Saturday Jan.31st
Last night got really, really bad. I completely lost my voice. My mouth would open but I looked like a fish out of water. Just breathing became one of the most difficult things to do. I got to wondering if I was going to make it. Brenda, my herbalist daughter, has sent some suggestions that hopefully will bring me back to the land of the living.
Sunday February 1st.
My voice is coming out in spurts like someone turning a water hose off and on. I never know if a sound will come out or not when I open my mouth and when it does it’s either a squeak or a Pavarotti tenor sound. I tried to leave a message on someone’s answering machine today and the combination of noise that come out sounded so awful I wouldn’t be surprised if they call it in to the authorities as a prank call. My cold might be starting to break up though. I spit up some stuff this morning that one shouldn’t have inside one’s body.
Monday February 2nd
It finally feels like this cold is slowly starting to break up. Coughing, spitting, sneezing – it’s all good when trying to expel this stuff out of my body. I was feeling pretty miserable when everything was jammed up. Being sick has forced me to sit back and take it easy these past few days.
Tuesday February 3rd.
Yep, I think I’ll survive. My nose looks like someone took a sand paper to it but my voice is almost back to normal – just a little on the sexy side and there’s a little more strength in my stride. Things are on the up and up.
I am not doing so well today. My blood pressure is through the roof and my throat feels like someone used a cheese grater on it. I am weak like a newborn and cold like an ice cube. I look like a plucked chicken with all the “goose bumps” from shivering from the inside out. Nope. I definitely don’t feel too shit hot! I have lots of work to do but it will have to wait until morning.
Thursday Jan. 29th
I am really not feeling well. I think I’ve been too overwhelmed, too run down. I’ve caught a virus, a flu bug. My throat is still not good. Now it feels like it’s been invaded by an army of Tonka Truck scrapers and they’re setting up camp. My head is like a mushroom on steroids and it feels like if I move it too fast chunks of it will fall off. I don’t know if it was the extra work and tension of the surprise birthday party or the fact that I had to keep lying to keep it a secret. Lying has never been my specialty. It’s too darn difficult to keep stories straight and not trip up.
Friday Jan. 30th
I’m sipping on a hot water honey/lemon juice concoction. I’m hoping it will help with this doozer of a cold. My voice still sounds like a one of a frog stuck head first in a swamp and my head feels like a basketball after a game that’s gone into overtime. There’s not much voice left.
Saturday Jan.31st
Last night got really, really bad. I completely lost my voice. My mouth would open but I looked like a fish out of water. Just breathing became one of the most difficult things to do. I got to wondering if I was going to make it. Brenda, my herbalist daughter, has sent some suggestions that hopefully will bring me back to the land of the living.
Sunday February 1st.
My voice is coming out in spurts like someone turning a water hose off and on. I never know if a sound will come out or not when I open my mouth and when it does it’s either a squeak or a Pavarotti tenor sound. I tried to leave a message on someone’s answering machine today and the combination of noise that come out sounded so awful I wouldn’t be surprised if they call it in to the authorities as a prank call. My cold might be starting to break up though. I spit up some stuff this morning that one shouldn’t have inside one’s body.
Monday February 2nd
It finally feels like this cold is slowly starting to break up. Coughing, spitting, sneezing – it’s all good when trying to expel this stuff out of my body. I was feeling pretty miserable when everything was jammed up. Being sick has forced me to sit back and take it easy these past few days.
Tuesday February 3rd.
Yep, I think I’ll survive. My nose looks like someone took a sand paper to it but my voice is almost back to normal – just a little on the sexy side and there’s a little more strength in my stride. Things are on the up and up.
2 comments:
So sorry to read about your being put through the ringer. Boy when that shit hits it almost carries us off. Sometimes we just wish it would.
Glad to know you are on the mend but take it easy as much as possible.
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Barbara XO
Oh Annette, it sounds like the creeping crud has crept across the border and into BC!! I'm so sorry that if found your house and you. Glad to hear that you've passed through the worst of it, though. Perhaps the Universe was suggesting that you slow down a bit, you didn't listen, so it forced you to do it?? Just take good care, my friend, and feel better soon!
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