girlofprey

Do you remember last night when I was happy and chatting away and stuff? Well, I'd had a bit of a headache the night before, and sort of during the day, and was feeling generally a bit 'blah'. And then, not long after I posted that, I started getting a bit of a cold, shaky feeling, and my eyes started to hurt. And it occured to me that actually maybe I was coming down with something. My mum had me take two paracetamols though, although worryingly she keeps them in an old box that used to be filled with my grandma's Alenbronic Acid, which freaked me out a little bit. But mum's a nurse, so I assume she knows what she's doing.

But. Today I could not stay in and recuperate from my illness-that-never-quite-happened because I wanted to get copies of my documents that I'm sending to the Employment Support Allowance people so I can send them off, and my dad's scanner's mysteriously broken, so I wanted to go out and use the photocopier at the library. I got up and went out to meet my mum, who'd gone early to see my sister and have a sandwich at her house, and who didn't have her phone with her, so we'd just arranged to meet at a building in town at 2 o'clock. I set out, only to realise that actually I didn't so much feel okay, as I wasn't coughing and sneezing and feeling weak, but my chest hurt with every breath I took, and my back hurt with every step I took, and my eyes hurt if I looked at sunlight for too long, and my head hurt if I moved it, or say, coughed. Also, I was wearing a coat that was much too warm for the weather. The internal complaining went on for some time. Then I got into town, found my mum (a mere fifteen minutes later than I said I'd meet her, which I think is pretty good when your chest HURTS WITH EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE), and she wanted to immediately whizz off around town, because it was quarter past 2, and we had to pick my oldest nephew up from school at half past 3. So I didn't exactly get to sit down. The complaining became slightly more external. But it was alright. It made everything very haaaarrd, but I got my photocopying done, and called the Employment Support Allowance people to check I was sending off the right things, and got them all sent off. And I even got to go sit in the car while my mum was finishing off her shopping! Hurrah.

We picked up my nephew, the one who was ill yesterday, and he seemed quite bright and happy when we picked him up. But we went to Morrisons for lunch as usual - I was so hungry I tried to order a pie, but they didn't have any, so I had sausages and mash instead, and then I couldn't finish it because it was making my chest hurt and giving me a headache. Did I mention that I got up at about 1 o'clock and skipped breakfast and lunch so I could meet my mum at something like the right time? Because I did. And then mum suggested I didn't eat because we'd be taking my nephew to Morrisons after school. My mum, by the way, was quite unimpressed by my illness, the main symptom of which was 'my neck hurts'. But anyway, we went to have dinner, and my nephew couldn't finish his dinner, or really eat much of it at all, and he'd been coughing since we brought him out of school. By the time he got back into the car to come to our house he was nearly falling asleep, and when he got in he briefly looked at his bike, I told him he couldn't play on it because he was ill, so instead he came inside and curled up on the couch. We had a pop at watching Ghostbusters, but by the time I wrestled with it to try to make what I assume is a feature of the commentary track go away and we were about ten minutes into it, I looked around and he'd fallen asleep. The next few hours largely consisted of trying to be quiet, mum monitoring his temperature, pulse and breathing, and her giving him his inhalator and whatever other medication she could safely give him while he was asleep. He refuses calpol or any other medicine, and I don't know why. But he'd perked up a lot again by the time he went home. An hour ago. Meanwhile, my neck still hurts.

But I'm not that ill. As long as I stay that way over the weekend, till after my birthday, I will be happy. Also, I found Despicable Me in Morrisons for £5. I don't know whether to hope it's got Swedish subtitles on it.