Thursday, January 18, 2007

Sick




I woke up this morning, about 06:30, when the radio-alarm clock launched James Naughtie into our bedroom. I felt like I'd only just got off to sleep and was somewhat annoyed. Ian was laying close with his back to me, my arm draped over him. I believe this is called spooning. He was warm and soft. I knew he'd turn the radio off very soon and that would mean he'd get up. It indeed did happen. All of this, I suppose, happened in just a few seconds, but on waking, seconds sometimes feel like hours. This is good when you're feeling funky, but this morning, dear reader, I was not.

I've been poorly for an absolute age, since Christmas, I suppose, and am getting a bit sick of it, now. Still, my throat is somewhat better this morning. Sadly, throat is replaced by bottom - I've got the shits.

Before leaving for work, Ian brought me a glass of apple juice and some pain killers. I popped the pills and drank down the juice. They soon kicked in. But I was restless. I couldn't get comfortable in bed, so went downstairs to watch the telly.

After ten minutes of morning trash, fatigue seemed to overtake me. Laying on the sofa, I felt myself drifting off to sleep. No good! I knew I shouldn't be sleeping. Sleeping in the day makes for an unpredicatble night. I went upstairs, took a picture of the snow, uploaded it to my blog, answered some emails, took a book from my chest of drawers and read a few pages. Discomfort. Short attention span. Put book down.

I'm still in my pyjamas and goonie, dear reader. Ian took the dogs for a quick trot this morning, but that's all the walking they've done today. I feel terrible about this, but there's not much I can do about it. I'm so tired. Lacklustre is my word of the day.

The poor dogs. They still need to do a yellow and/or brown! All I could do was to let them out into the front garden. And I've taken pictures to prove that they've made toilet.

The snow is turning to slush now. I think it will melt within twenty four hours. Such a shame. But perhaps better that way than snow that lasts for weeks and weeks. It turns a horrid, dirty colour. It gets compacted. It turns to ice. Ice is only good in a gin and tonic. It's not good on the ground.

I may well sleep this afternoon (knowing full-well that I'll be paying the price tonight). I've only got apple juice and a custard slice in my belly to sustain me. I'm fading, now.

And there's not much going on this afternoon to keep me interested. Though this evening, there's Celebrity Big Brother to look forward to. I say look forward with a sense of S&M. I've grown to like watching CBB in the same way that I like to watch horror movies. Jade Goodey is both scary and horrific. The Lost Boy has some interesting thoughts on that particular programme. Click here to read them. As does China Blue. Read her musings on that particular shower of cunts here.

Enjoy.

Curious. Although CBB is full of the most vile and stupid creatures on earth, people love watching it and love talking about it. I'd like to know why. Do you know why, dear reader? If you do, please tell me.

19 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sorry you're not well. I've been on-again, off-again battling a variety of maladies (and while I wasn't going to mention it, in tribute to your...erm, honesty I'll admit that they are also gastro-intestinal related).

Go spoon some more. It works wonders. Really.

Minge said...

I've been laying on the floor cuddling the dogs, but it's not the same.

Anonymous said...

Oh, dear. At least you've managed to keep your sparkling humor. "Ice is only good in a gin and tonic" indeed.

Drink lots of water, even if you don't want to. I hope you feel better soon!

I wish I could watch CBB if only to see what Ian "H" Watkins looks like as a brunette. Not pretty, I might guess.

Anonymous said...

Yuck. Sorry that you are blah.

Sometimes you just need the sleep and it doesn;t affect your night. I hope that's how it works for you today.

(heh. Verification: itzflth)

Minge said...

H is actually quite a nice guy. I thought he'd be terribly giggly, but he's not at all.

I'm off for a kip now.

Itzflth - fabulous!

Anonymous said...

Oh Minge...you poor dear. I really hope you feel better soon. Ian was very sweet to nurse you until he had to leave for work. I hope you get well soon. xoxo

Anonymous said...

Oh Minge...you poor dear. I really hope you feel better soon. Ian was very sweet to nurse you until he had to leave for work. I hope you get well soon. xoxo

Anonymous said...

Oh Minge...you poor dear. I really hope you feel better soon. Ian was very sweet to nurse you until he had to leave for work. I hope you get well soon. xoxo

Anonymous said...

Oh Minge...you poor dear. I really hope you feel better soon. Ian was very sweet to nurse you until he had to leave for work. I hope you get well soon. xoxo

Anonymous said...

Oh Minge...you poor dear. I really hope you feel better soon. Ian was very sweet to nurse you until he had to leave for work. I hope you get well soon. xoxo

graham said...

Ah sorry to hear you're feeling icky Minge. You have my thoughts though. I've had this cough/running nose/congenstion thing for 4 weeks now and it's really annoying me. I can't seem to shift it, but I'm not doing to bad, at least I can get out and about. It's more irritating than anything else. As for CBB. I know why people love to watch it. People are fascinated by celebs and the fabulous lives they lead. Watching CBB lets us see that celebs are just ordinary people, perhaps a little screwed up and that they lead anything but fabulous lives. It makes us feel better.

Anonymous said...

Feel better soon, Minge!!

Krafty Bitch said...

I hope you are feeling tip top soon, my dear!

Old Cheeser said...

Get well soon, Mr Minge.

It could be worse though. You could be Michael Winner. (Ooooh miaoooow!)

matty said...

Sweetie, go to the doctor. You've been feeling poorly for too long! Never good to be sick for more than two weeks and not seek medical care guidance!!!

signed,
your cyber Jewish Mother,
matty

matty said...

Oh, and yes -- that was spooning. I love spooning. But I want to be the spoon. I don't care for being the cream in the spoon. I am too warm-blooded. I get hot.

well, I'm always hot.

...I mean hot in a too warm way.

Not the way I am as I type this comment. Hot as a mutha, baby!

Minge said...

Check out thesesnowy, Scottish pictures.

Minge said...

I should be having chicken soup spoon fed to me.

I'm a bit better today. My glands are down, my throat is less sore and I'm not aching as much. However, my nose is still scabby and I'm still dead tired. But moving in the right direction! Hurrah! Thanks for all your good wishes.

Mwah!

Lewis said...

There's no doubt, it does sound like a simply lovely time. Wish we were all there to enjoy.