To write. To read. To watch TV. To do anything but die.
This cold has been savage. My throat feels like I'm swallowing double edged razor blades and I can't stop coughing. My head aches and all I want to do is sleep. But even that isn't easy to do because the coughing keeps me awake.
But still everyone wants everything from me. How is it that when a man gets sick his world stops and he has to wallow on a sofa under a blanket with the remote whining like a two year old with the wife at his beck and call yet when a woman gets sick she's still expected to run the household and feed everyone and do laundry and clean? Not fair!
I have to do laundry today. Hauling a heavy basket to the laundramat in 11 degree weather sounds like the last thing I want to do, but I have no choice. I've been putting it off for too long, thinking I'd be better.
Oh, and it snowed yesterday. Lots of snow.
So, here I sit, wishing I could get my mind in gear because I have lots of writing to do, but dreading the things I must do. Well, at least I'm not at work today.Labels: sick of being sick |
Snow here in the Scottish Highlands too. Hope you feel better soon!