Flu Blues
Mood: Despondent
Listening to: Myself snivelling
You'll all know what I'm talking about when I say I have the Flu Blues.
Each sneeze is like a violent eruption, jerking my head almost from my shoulders. This in turn sends shooting stars across my vision, and causes any sense of balance that I may have had to flee.
I am stuck in the land of deep self pity. I cough pathetically, I sniffle, I shiver then sweat. I think to myself "Why doesn't someone come and help me, look after me, pet my head and tell me it'll get better soon."
In short, I behave in the manner of someone who takes their good health for granted, and doesn't have the skills to be a graceful invalid. I hate those sorts of sick people don't you?
It does suck to be a single sick person though. Its the small things that you miss I guess. I wish someone was here to bring the wood up from the shed, to carry the logs in to the fire. To keep the fire burning through the night. To go to the shops for tissues and milk and vicks and lemsips. But mainly just to let me know that they love me.
I'm lonely today. Nicky has gone to spend a few days with Mr. D.
I miss her.
