Apologies for the backdated post – I was intending to write this post yesterday (as dated) but I spent the entirety of my weekend bed-bound with what I first assumed to be a nasty cold but soon realised was fully-fledged flu.
Talk about feeling like a wet rag, I literally flopped on my bed and other than reaching for a drink, the thermometer, painkillers or a bucket I was no use to anyone.
After almost two days under a duvet, I finally got up, had a wash and got myself dressed. Though, by the time that I’d slapped on some foundation and had wobbled my way daintily down the stairs, I felt as if I’d run a marathon!
It’s been seven years since I last had the flu, I clearly remember being pregnant with E and unable to take anything to stop or to slow the symptoms. Thankfully this time around I was able to ease things a little with a cocktail of paracetamol, Lemsip, and Beechams, still it’s really knocked me for six!
Having spent a further twenty-four hours resting and recuperating, I think (I hope) that I might just be ready to return to the land of the living come tomorrow.
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