Hello Bloggets. It’s about one in the afternoon here. I am
so weak again. I do too much and then it back fires. My head is splitting eyes
are a tiny bit better. Only one now hurts. My ear is still ringing but I can
hear a little better out of it now. My stomach pains are almost gone but I’m
left with severe joint pains. I have no energy. My darling Husband
got up at silly hour during the night to bring me fruit and cool drink. I had
such a fever. He also got up half an hour earlier to hoover the floors and do
the dish washer as he knows how I struggle coping with the fact that it needs
doing and I really can’t be bothered. Physically I just can’t put one foot in
front of the other. I have to be well soon. I have too many commitments and as
I said yesterday I gave it my all throughout the day so that I could do what
was needed to be done so today I suffer.
I went to bed at ten that isn’t like me and I was in so much
distress. I couldn’t breathe at all hardly in a normal fashion for sure. My asthma
was preventing me from doing so. But today, my asthma seems to be better. Thank
goodness. My throat is worse though. I am craving fruit yogurts and cold
drinks. Gosh, last time I was like this, I was pregnant.
Em. No. Unless a baby Jesus will be born to me on December
the 25th?
I’m not sure how long
our blinds have been closed in our front room. No wonder yesterday I couldn’t
hear our Canary, he’s Irish you know? Smile. Singing as he doesn’t when it’s
dark. No blooming wonder the poor thing has been so quiet. I only learned as I
went to him before as I walked to the window, I could feel the closed blinds as
the air became thicker.
Today would have been my darling Dads birthday. I haven’t
cried yet and hope this will be the first year I haven’t and I won’t again. Don’t
get me wrong, I do through the year but of late, I have had a close spiritual
feeling towards my Dad and that has been so comforting. I totally believe that
he has helped me and my family this year. I still wish I could buy him his
jumper and slippers that I got him every birthday. Wherever he is right now, I
hope he is waltzing and smiling his way through his day.
We ordered a Pizza last night well, two. My dog ate a slice
from the cooker hob. Now, it was one of two left and she would have taken two
but Hub ate it earlier. We never allow her in there but because I’m not on the
ball, she got in. So naughty she was and she got wrong. She is so tiny I really
don’t know how she can jump that height.
The house is so warm. I haven’t had the heating on since
yesterday and the temperature is 18.5C.
Outside must be higher than that. It’s crazy for November.
It should be max 5.
Do you know what I opened last night? My Mum would have gone
mad. A Christmas cake. I don’t care. It was a really cheap one from Morrison’s
only £4 with icing and marzipan on it too. Mind you there are not really any
nuts or fruit, not much anyway, hence the price of it.
My friend Trix has made her own. I love that tradition. My ex
Mother in law used to make the best cake. It was delicious. Only trouble was,
when she gave you a slice, it was as thin as a wafer and the cats had tried it
out first….
Thanks to my lovely friends who have sent well wishes. Love
and hugs to you all. Virtual of course, as real ones, you will catch what I
have.
Later gators. X
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