A little frail

I lost last week to illness. Cold, flu, virus … I’m not sure. It wasn’t COVID-19 as my RAT test was clear and it felt different to my Rona run-ins.

I somehow kept working from home each day while feeling horrendously unwell because the new corporate website I’m launching is running behind schedule.

When I struggled with sitting at my desk I took my laptop to bed. I even had a Teams fight in PJs with a contractor at one point – fortunately with my camera off.

But I had nothing left in me for anything else after eight hours of slog a day.

One night the youngest took pity on me and agreed we could watch TV together. Bizarrely we chose the Wham documentary on Netflix, which I found fascinating. The youngest was dazzled by how much happened to Wham in just four years and how there was footage of it all in the days before social media. I was thrilled by all the awesome songs. I can’t believe George and Andrew wrote Careless Whisper together when they were only 17.

My symptoms started to lift on Friday and I suddenly felt soooooooo wiped out. I think I was so sick previously that I had no real perspective on how bad I felt.

I was almost dizzy with exhaustion and cried a lot in the afternoon when something went wrong with one of my work projects.

On Saturday I wobbled to a cafe with a friend to drink my first coffee in days while gazing at the pretty view.

Then it was home for a rest before heading to a local store to buy a cossie as I am going on a mini-break soon …woo hoo!

The shop assistants talked me into getting a matching beach shirt to wear over it. It has been years since I’ve bought myself a cossie from anywhere other than Target or a half-price sale rack. I decided it was time to invest in something stylish that lifted and sucked in all the saggy bits of 55-year-old me.

I could barely put one foot in front of the other as I walked the two blocks home with my purchases and had to sit on the couch for a few hours to recover afterwards.

I was meant to go to a skipping fundraiser trivia night on Saturday night, but I cancelled.

I would like to say I wasted away during my illness, but I am someone who generally continues to have hunger pangs through just about anything.

The only thing that has ever put me off my food was my last bout of COVID.

I spent the whole of last week hoovering down everything I could get my hands on in the fridge and pantry.

I even found myself eating ice cream for breakfast and assuring myself that calories consumed during illness don’t count.

Yeah, right.

In other news, was furious to be impersonated by a skanky scam artist on Facebook during my gloomy week. Numerous friends reported it but Meta let the dickhead continue soliciting money from people.

There are so many scammers doing it at the moment, I get a few each week. The most awful one was a message from a lowlife pretending to be my godmother, who passed away recently.

I told them they should be deeply ashamed of themselves, blocked and reported them.

I doubt they felt even the tiniest bit of shame. But how awful for people to receive fake messages from someone they had loved dearly and lost.

About the only other thing that happened last week was a friend sent me a photo of my divorce house, which is up for sale again. It’s looking pretty fabulous. I will kick myself if I hear the sale price and it’s gazillions more than we sold it for.

The weekend ended with laughter at a Bob Downe gig in Paddington. I still wasn’t entirely well enough to be out after dark, but it was good to smile.

Bob is such a joyful character, you can’t help grinning and laughing the whole way through the show.

DD and his mate D3 posed for a selfie with him afterwards and we reminisced about being on the Pacific Adventure together when it caught on fire.

How about you? Have I missed any news?

Song of the day: Matchbox 20 “Unwell”