I am not nice when I’m not well, and it’s best to leave me alone to wallow in self pity.
It was bad enough in the house, but at least I could shut myself away and suffer in sniffy silence, occasionally blowing my trumpet and releasing trapped wind under the duvet.
Being ill on a boat is a whole new (a)board game.
First, it’s a toss up as to who can have the bed for the afternoon. I’ve lost on three out of four counts, but don’t really mind as Hubby has been suffering way worse than me.
After four days, he is still having the hot sweats, hearty blows, and coughing for England. At least I can blame my hot sweats on my menopause in a box.
Last night was the worst though.
I have found it best to sleep sitting up to stop me coughing, however, the little matter of keeping Hubby snug under the duvet raises its head and whilst the top half of me is out of the covers to cool off when I’m having one of my power surges, once it passes, I want to get back in sotospeak. Fat chance. I sleep against the side of the boat by the way.
Even if I do, as soon as I lie down, the nose and mouth have a drip/drooling competition, so after Vic, kitchen roll is my latest sleeping companion.
Last night, Maggie decided I needed TLC that only she could provide, and in so doing, she snuggled in so tight, I could not move at all.
Every time Hubby moved, he woke up and started coughing until he got comfy enough to go back to sleep, so once again I have been awake since the early hours, and I’m tired.
With a capital T (and I R E D actually).
Hubby let me sleep on this morning (his exact words I believe were ‘Stay in bed for God’s sake!’) and so he ventured out with Maggie for his first walk since this Flu thing struck.
I managed to doze while he was out, and when he got back, he was exhausted whereas I was starting to feel better. It was short-lived.
Maggie decided to stay with me so I had another hour, finally getting up just after 10am.
Apart from this annoying cough which is making my bladder work like a concertina, the velocity of my sneezes that could launch a thousand ships, all water vessels within close proximity being warned of my presence every time I blow my nose, and being extremely short-tempered (read the air is blue), I feel just dandy.
Friend or not, MOH has a lot to answer for, and at the moment he is nowhere near my A list, but top of the one beginning with S!
Here’s hoping you feel better soon – being sick is never fun, and close quarters would make it that much worse!
We like to share, but even we have our limits!