Bloody hell it would appear that this lurgy thing is a damn sight harder to be rid of than a bout of raging syphilis! Yes in my last post I indeed came across as the decrepit and whining old fart that I seem to be evolving towards and I was told off as such and also for fishing for compliments by the domestic goddess known as Rachel "stiff upper lip" Radiostar (her brilliant ramblings to be found here), god bless her cuddly cuteness. So with her bee still ringing in my lug hole I thought that I'd take note and be more positive in my scribings and not so "self depreciation ing" but I'm ill damn it and fast becoming a tad pissed with the whole sorry episode. I mean to say, it's bad enough being depressed but to have nearly three weeks off from the grind completely ruined by firstly a chest infection and now, because my immune system is kaput, to be laid low by a bleeding virus! there is absolutely no bloody justice is there?
But I shall endeavor for Rachel's benefit, and to prevent another ear bashing, to look at the, ahem, positives of my sorry situation so here goes..... Well firstly my lurgy is no longer affecting holiday time off work as my rota started on Friday just gone. Well that is I should have started on Friday just gone but I'm now on the 'sick' with all the managerial frowning and tutting that entails. Secondly I've actually lost weight, a stone now since December 23rd, which is great for this rotund ickle Welshman, well that is it would be if I had lost lard but with my lack of solids the only thing I'm likely to have lost is water and muscle mass and I have little enough muscle to lose in the first place. Oh and thirdly I've managed to avoid all the rain, high winds and sleet that have pummeled the village during my enforced hibernation, great eh? No it bloody well is not, it means that the dogs and I are climbing the walls with cabin fever! I love Winter weather and being 'out there' in the worst of it.....it's part of being and feeling alive for Gods sake.
So ok maybe not as positive as I could be yet things are improving. Yesterday my appetite returned a little so I actually, for the first time ever, made chicken soup from scratch even down to using my own home made chicken stock from the day before's roast chicken (from which I managed one paltry chicken sandwich) and it was bloody delicious even if I do say so myself. Today was another simple meal of corned beef mash and cabbage...bloody lovely again I might add. It is wonderful to be able to taste food once more and hopefully I'll soon be eating more than one meal a day! Also I've managed to step over the threshold and venture outside once again, only long enough to reinstate the gale blown bird feeders and top them up. Pleased with this little task, earlier today I was rewarded with Wren, Dunnock, Robin, Blackbird and Chaffinch in the small area that passes as a garden.
Spurred on with the sudden need 'to do' I thought that I'd write this sort of positive post but was confronted by a study that was not so much a workable area but rather a room that has amassed a multitude of paperwork and detritus that will require my attention within the coming weeks. So I decided to clear said study to produce a pleasant and conducive work area (oh I should offer office ambience advice), with the result that now I have my desk back and am able to reach my keyboard and printer. As for the urgent paperwork I need to trawl through it has been carefully filed in cardboard box number one!
I must say that every little bit of effort has me sweating like the proverbial hog, even climbing the stairs entails a sit down to regain my breath at the moment but there is some improvement at last so hopefully it will not be to long afore my tales here are more about being 'out there' instead of about being 'in here'.....
'Till the next time, take care,