Musings and Snoozes

Cough cough splutter (never let it be said that I don’t do a good line in moping)

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I’ll be honest, I’ve put off blogging over the last few days. There’s nothing like someone else’s worst nightmare to put your own life into perspective, and while I’m not usually one for the whole “Oh but some people have it far worse” way of thinking, sometimes life does somewhat force you to take a step back.

Having said that, I’ve got a cold and you’d think the world was ending. I lasted approximately four hours at work today before I decided that 82 emails, all of which were swimming and dancing in front of me, was 82 too many. So I came home, where I have spent the afternoon alternating between snoozing with the pooch, eating twice my bodyweight in chocolate, and scowling quietly from under my blanket. Jon gives me sympathetic glances every now and again, but even the pooch is fed up of me now. Possibly not helped by the fact that I keep sneezing in her face (something which I maintain is only payback for all the post-dinner burping she does in mine).

The problem though, all joking aside, is that I don’t just get a cold. I remember what it’s like to get a cold, and while never an enjoyable experience, it was one that I used to be able to suck up and get on with, admittedly with no small amount of moaning. Now it knocks me for six. It was all I could do to walk to the kitchen to feed the poor, clearly malnourished, pooch this evening. I had to sit down afterwards for the world to stop moving and for the burning pain to disappear from my legs. Couple that with the fact that the Sjorgrens Syndrome means that I’m incapable of actually snotting like a normal person, and my face feels like it might explode any second too. Honestly, I’m a beautiful creature.

So having worried about the effects of Paris – would I cope, how would I feel afterwards, would it cause a flare up etc – I’ve instead just been struck down by the common cold, albeit probably caught from a dodgy Parisian tramp. It’s got approximately 12 hours to sod off, before I lose my patience completely. Starting now….

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