Doped Up Space Dogs With Heads Full Of Mince
I – feel – dreadful.
It’s definitely fall-out from the weekend’s activities; all that drinking and partying, but I think walking out of the intensity and heat of the Stiff Little Fingers gig at the Barrowlands, soaked through to the bone with sweat (and the odd spray of beer/cider), into the chilling air of a Glasgow night, was probably what kicked this all off.
It’s hard to distinguish the cold/flu pains from genuine bruises, but the choked sinuses, headaches, dribbling nose, sore throat, and tiredness, are all dead giveaways.
To make matters worse, I had a dental appointment yesterday morning to get a small composite filling on one of my front teeth. I’ve had the drill without the needle before, and I wish I had this time, because the effect of the local anaesthetic on my day yesterday was disastrous. I felt ten times worse with a numb face.
Couple that with the two Syndol I took around lunchtime, and it’s no wonder I sat at my desk for the rest of the day talking like a doped up space dog with a head full of mince. I felt like I was floating on air for most of the afternoon. I could hardly keep my eyes open far less concentrate on where I was or what I was meant to be doing. The result of any typing looked like a small rodent had walked across the keyboard while trying to dance the Foxtrot.
It was such a relief to get home and get into bed for an hour before Gail went out. Then came child care duties, and after I put Laura to bed later on, I crawled back into my own. I watched a film: Alfie (the original), and fell asleep on the back of another two Syndol and some hot orange juice. I was going to make a hot toddy but, alas, I couldn’t find the whisky anywhere.
I’m more awake today, but still loaded with the cold. Thankfully the dentists jab has worn off, and so too have those Syndol tablets. I am at the very least able to type this sentence without it reading like garbage, but I still feel run down, lethargic, sore, and stuffed up.
I slept pretty solid last night but struggled to get up. I get the feeling a hot toddy would have done the job to sweat much of this out. Maybe later tonight. Losing a day’s work to something like this is extremely frustrating.
The body aches have lessened but my patience feels as though it has had the fuse cut short. I’m getting annoyed by the stupidest of things and then taking out on that object. Such as the handkerchief I found lying on the floor of my office, that when I tried to deftly flick it out the way with my foot, stuck to my toes. I picked it up and threw it away, swearing at it never to cross my path again. This is a hanky!
So I’m still not right.
But I managed to get some work done, which was pleasing for two reasons: 1) It helps to work when the last thing you actually want to do IS work, and 2) – I got some important work finished and a couple of submissions out.
To summarise today’s achievements, I have been thinking heavily about my next novel (yes, that counts as work), and I re-wrote, polished, and subbed my short story, Regrets. I also did another run through of my next DWT article, and wrote the first draft of my tournament review for the Six Nations Rugby Spotlight.
Early to bed tonight – I need to shake this damn cold for good.
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March 22nd, 2008 at 6:05 pm
We’re allowed to spend the day in bed sometimes. I’m down with the flu myself. Feel better soon.