Monday, 28 September 2015

From my Chaise...

For the last eight days I have been ill.  So ill that I have hardly stirred from my bed, where I was wrapped in a cocoon of misery, pain, and dreadful feverish chills.    At times I have felt as though, despite the duvets and quilts, I was sitting naked in a deep freezer, this moderated at times so that I felt that perhaps I was in a salad crisper drawer...

My mind has been all over the place, giving me deeply unhelpful short dreams of immense craziness, a product of the fever, I guess.  

I feel as weak as a newborn, but then I have been unable to eat for almost all of that time.   Last night I managed to nibble on a slice of dry toast.   This morning I crunched a Golden Delicious apple which tasted pathetic is that?  Golden Delicious?

Enough of all that, though.   I still feel dreadful but at least I don't feel as though I'm about to check out from life, although the toast and the apple may have been a mistake, nausea is returni

After an exhausting morning of bathing and dressing, I have permitted myself half an hour on the computer before I head back to my bed.   A week of not reading my emails has resulted in more chaos in my inbox than I feel up to, so I thought I'd have a chat instead.   Trouble is, now I feel too cream crackered to continue.

Time for bed.



  1. seems like this is doing the rounds. Get well soon. lots of drinks!

  2. Oh no :( Hope you feel better soon.

  3. oh darling... I hope you feel better soon... shall I bring round pie?

  4. I wish I were your neighbor so I could bring you a big bowl of hot chicken noodle soup. I hope this bout of "killer-death" flu will give you super immunity for a lot of years!

  5. Thank you, everyone. I'm almost well again, just lacking energy - so perhaps soup and pie should be on my menu!


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