Okay I wasn’t very ill. I had a heavy head cold. It is years since I have succumbed so completely to a cold virus. I usually have the first symptoms and then recover. Not this time: headache, itchy throat, dripping nose intermittently with blocked sinuses, temperature. More paracetamol consumed over the last three days than in the previous three years.
But I cannot lie in bed because I have someone to look after. He needs his clothes preparing, he needs meals, he needs drinks, he needs his supplements, he needs exercise, he needs the television sorting, he needs a shower, he needs to attend his swimming lessons. Unfortunately Tuesday is our shopping day so that had to be tackled too as there was no food in the house by lunchtime.
I did cancel taking our granddaughter out on Tuesday afternoon. She didn’t need this virus. I also cancelled my evening out with my knitting group. They didn’t need it either.
So I have been mainly at home with my concerned husband looking up and adding helpfully, I think you might have a cold. Half an hour later, I think you might have a cold. Half an hour later, by way of variation I might have, you don’t look very well. Half an hour later, I think you might have a cold. He means well. I smile and agree.
I so want to go to bed with a hot water bottle, a mug of hot drink, a good book and stay there. But I got a hug today for taking him to his swimming lesson. Followed by, you feel hot, do you think you might be unwell.