It’s official

According to the news this morning, we all wake up in a good mood. Then as the day progresses, we get grumpier. Really.
Well, that’s what a survey has discovered. Wish I’d known, I would have volunteered to take part.
How many people were involved and where said survey was carried out was not clear as a bloody aircraft passed directly overhead and I missed the punchline.

I have no idea what side of the bed those surveyed slept on (if included in their research) , but since Hubby and I switched sides, he is still his usual cheerful self, and I’m…….. well……. better, so maybe there is something in it.
The inane jabber that followed by the radio presenter suggested that we should all stay in bed to keep happy, or better, get up a little grumpy and improve our mood during the day. I don’t know why I tune in when she’s on, but it saves tinkering with a dickey tuner dial. Still, it’s just this week and I only switch on for the news anyway. As for staying in bed, yeah, that’s just peachy provided you can sleep (or have something else in mind 😉 ) .

Doctor’s surgeries have a lot to answer for. It is the only place I could possibly have picked up this bug, and as we share everything, poor Hubby is going down with it too.
I am rarely ill (sniffles and headaches don’t count) and we both have our flu jabs every year. However, with recent events, I am obviously at a low ebb in my health immunity, and suffering from a sore throat, chesty cough, headache and blocked sinuses. Vapour rub and I are very intimate at the moment, but last night was the worst. Propped up on three pillows (re-flux problem) I still got an annoying tickle, and everyone will know that you can’t exactly cough quietly. I didn’t want to disturb Hubby, but I was restless, couldn’t get comfortable, and worse, couldn’t breathe because of my bunged-up-edness. Hubby was awake anyway, and bless him, asked if he could get me anything. I said no, got up and hobbled to the loo. While I was up, I let the dog out, took a swig from the Venos bottle, had a drink of water, did the necessary, let the dog back in, and got back into bed applying more vapour rub to chest, throat and nostrils. Very sexy (not) eau de cologne. Ten minutes later, Hubby gave up and went to sleep in the spare room. He too is coughing and has a sore throat.

I am at my crabbiest when I’ve had a bad night. Tired and irritable, I am not nice to know, and over the years, Hubby knows it’s best to ignore me. Add to this my being fed up at not being able to do the simplest things, and the guilt at watching him do all the housework, even I don’t like me!

On Sunday when he was out, I got myself to the kitchen determined to prepare our evening meal. Nothing fancy at Macaroni Cheese, but it was in the oven when he came home, and I was shattered.
On Monday, I made our two-day chilli. New brand of chilli powder, toooooo hot! Thank you instant mash for taking the heat out. Hubby was in charge of the rice, so I am trying (yeah, very) .
He did the washing yesterday, and while he was walking the dog, I put it out on the line. It took me two trips and over half an hour, but I had a sense of (exhausted) achievement when I got back to my chair. Pity I didn’t notice the rain and it ended up being a launderette drier job.

As today is progressing, I am feeling slightly better (contra to survey results) . At least I can breathe through my nose now, the throat isn’t quite so sore, and the headache is abating. No good me going back to bed though as if I lie down, the coughing will probably start again and I’ll be right back where I started when I got up this morning.
The good news is that I usually only get one Bad Night like this. The bad news is that Hubby still has his to come.

cold 3Sorry Love.
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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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3 Responses to It’s official

  1. polarflares says:

    ha! you are funny even when you are sick. My moods go up and down with no particular effort on my part so I bet those survey people are glad they didn’t talk to me!

    • Well they say laughter is the best medicine, and I’ve found it works way better than some bunch of pills that cost the earth and have me running to the loo (joke at the moment!) 😉
      I’d like to take part in one of these survey thingies though. I’d screw up their figures big time!

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