Its amazing how the effects of being ill can bring even the strongest of men to weeping into a snotty tissue.
I'm not the healthiest of people, I picked up Glandular Fever in college and ever since then even if someone had a old two weeks ago bets are on I'll catch it.
Like I started off with in my previous post, I am trying to get over a STUPID cough and STUPID sinusitis (AGAIN) after thinking I was all fit and well. I think this is my third cold/ illness bout this year. Admittedly I've not got the best diet in the world, but working for a well known Coffee Shop that doesn't stock that many healthy foods and going home to my other halves family who eat very well all adds up, then moving jobs to one where take away meals as lunch for convenience or garage sandwiches for ease and being quick is even worse. Getting over a bad injury from a car accident, not working outdoors any more and constantly picking up colds does knock one back somewhat.
But it ALWAYS surprises me how pathetic it makes me feel. Mostly, I try and soldier on. I plough on through, minding my own business trying to make sure that everyone else is OK then worry about me. But when I get ill its like I'm four again and I just want hugs and love and blankets and soup all the time. And someone to kiss it better. Although kissing me now may result in the 'kisser' being covered in goo, either from the hacking up of a lung or the lovely yellow sinus gunge that I seem to constantly produce (where does it all come from?!?!)
However. Being ill has made me appreciate the very few girly things that I do. Like, when you do go out in the evening, wear a nice top. Or a favourite pair of jeans, or an awesome pair of shoes. I've just got into the habit of putting my fringe up into a mock quiff and with half my fringe being bleached blonde and half of it being ribena purple, it actually looks quite nice. And mascara. I love mascara. I still need to get the hang of the old eye shadow malarkey, if I do it myself I end up looking like someone's punched me. Sometimes its possibly cause I punch myself due to becoming angered by it all. But mascara and a bit of eye liner works quite well. Recently as I have progressively become more ill I have tried to do more girly stuff. And I get compliments too which is nice, but then the reverse is 'Christ, if I feel like death but look good, then what the HELL do I look like on a normal day???'
Meh.
Hopefully it'll start getting better soon. The lack of smell and taste senses is starting to annoy me slightly though. I couldn't enjoy my bacon sandwich for breakfast today and it made me sad... I couldn't taste my cider at the pub either. Its such a strange sensation, I can tell the difference between bitter, salty, sweet and creamy but I cant actually taste the individual flavours at all. I couldn't taste the Korma I had for dinner (It was cooked for me, I had no choice. Its difficult when you live in someone else's house...) and I LOVE Korma. Nor the Iced Tea (best way for intake of fluids that doesn't make me feel sick after the first pint AND gives me a sugar boost to help fight all the infection and try and give me some energy.)
Man, I am SO tired.
Night all
Bunny
xx
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