Everything hurts: my head, my neck, my throat, my shoulders, my back, my hips, my wrists …
I’ve caught some low-level lurgy. Blah.
You know how you just want to curl up in your bed when you’re sick? Well, I can’t, because I’m staying at my parents’ place and sharing a double bed with my snoring, pointy elbowed nine-year-old.
And I forgot to bring sleep aids. Sob. Mum gave me some nighttime Codrals, but they didn’t knock me out, so I spent eight hours lying in an aching, bleary haze.
I feel quite, quite sorry for myself and annoyed that all my lovely Newcastle plans won’t be quite so lovely because I’m poorly.
There are beauty treatments this morning, then a trip to the shops to buy my birthday gym shoes. We’re supposed to be exploring the rock pools near Merewether Baths this afternoon at low tide, then going out to dinner.
But I’m just not feeling jazzed. Maybe the day time Codrals will do a better job.
Wish me luck … Or at least the ability to swallow without wincing.
As for my doctor, he’s in Korea speechifying.
Any remedies for me?