And Then, Sickness

It was all going so well, if only on the blogging and creativity front. I should have realised 2016 wasn’t done with me yet. Lady M has been suffering with a string of things the last few weeks, but this weekend she passed on her frankly horrific cold to me. Thanks love.

As a result I’ve joined a great very many people in coughing, spluttering and looking like the risen dead on minimal sleep from broken nights and an inability to breathe due to coughing fits.

It’s getting better, but I had hoped to manage to get to the end if the year without any colds of note so there’s a slight grumpiness to my demeanour while I work at the moment.

Lady M has it much worse, as it’s hit her asthma and knocked her sideways. I’ve left her today tucked up in bed trying to sleep it off. As she normally tries to power through these things, it’s a mark of just how ill she is. The GP has confirmed it hasn’t turned into an infection at least and they’ve x-rayed her chest to be sure her lungs are okay, but she’s really not at all well.

And to complete my trail of devastation, it appears that my roadtrip to see Mre B on Monday has left her similarly confined to quarters and doing a good impression of a grumpily dozy dormouse.

Oh well. It could be worse. I could be one of the mice we found at one of the libraries that had been nibbling on the wiring for the security and CCTV systems. Works are under way…