postcards from my sickbed
I was recently struck down with a virus of such sudden onset and visciousness, that the only rational explanation I could come up with was a voodoo curse. Perhaps a voodoo curse wielded by Gillian McKeith to curb any pre-holiday gluttony and joie de vivre.
For two days I was wrecked with fever and shakes and revolting gastric symptoms. For two days I subsisted on just one daily banana and cup of miso soup (one sip every five minutes; any more than that and I would just throw it all up) and a few cups of tea. I was reduced to crawling around the house since I felt too dizzy to walk.
On the other hand, I am feeling much better now (eating a whole apple to celebrate! Maybe even graduating to a few spoonfulls of chicken soup at dinnertime!) and for the first time in years my body weight in kilos does not begin with the number 8. Happily my husband was on hand to capture the romance and the glory of the moment.
Z: You finally weigh less than a washing machine! If you keep it up I might even be able to carry you over the threshold one of these days!
The cats were also happy to help.
CATS: Human Female, you are ill! Don't worry! I shall lie down on you and breathe in your face, while my colleague treads on your charming baby. There! You see? I told you we'd have you on your feet in no time at all. Bravo HUman Female, bravo! Your verticality is an inspiration for us all!
And er... now you are on your feet... would you perhaps consider going to THAT cupboard in the kitchen and producing a little something something as a thank you for your most faithful companions?
For two days I was wrecked with fever and shakes and revolting gastric symptoms. For two days I subsisted on just one daily banana and cup of miso soup (one sip every five minutes; any more than that and I would just throw it all up) and a few cups of tea. I was reduced to crawling around the house since I felt too dizzy to walk.
On the other hand, I am feeling much better now (eating a whole apple to celebrate! Maybe even graduating to a few spoonfulls of chicken soup at dinnertime!) and for the first time in years my body weight in kilos does not begin with the number 8. Happily my husband was on hand to capture the romance and the glory of the moment.
Z: You finally weigh less than a washing machine! If you keep it up I might even be able to carry you over the threshold one of these days!
The cats were also happy to help.
CATS: Human Female, you are ill! Don't worry! I shall lie down on you and breathe in your face, while my colleague treads on your charming baby. There! You see? I told you we'd have you on your feet in no time at all. Bravo HUman Female, bravo! Your verticality is an inspiration for us all!
And er... now you are on your feet... would you perhaps consider going to THAT cupboard in the kitchen and producing a little something something as a thank you for your most faithful companions?