Last night I attempted to play a few PS3 games. I started with the weekend’s purchase, Infamous and quickly stopped when I decided I wanted to get back into Fallout 3. Unfortunately, it seems that in the 6 months since I last played that game, I’ve forgotten most of it; so I started in the waste lands, was attacked by nasty raiders, and died.
I gave that up and watched the last three episodes of Entourage before heading to the land of nod (and inadvertently cheering up a colleague with my last facebook status of the night.
Despite some odd dreams (one involving Alex!), woke feeling refreshed. The neck ache of yesterday has gone, along with the joint tenderness and overall ‘feeling under the weather’ that I’ve had since the flight back from Ozora.
The morning’s started well, have finished reading the topic I started on Saturday, meaning I’m now ahead of my lessons, and am making progress through the other book I purchased recently too.
It’s going to be a long day as I’m likely covering both the early and late shifts.
A bigger Ozora post will probably come when I’m in a better place to write it. For now, just know that it was great. I did the whole week without any stimulants of any kind (except sugar) too – a feat I’m very proud of.
Coming back wasn’t so good. The journey home from Stanstead was a bitch – Underground closures resulted in diverts, and it took nearly 4 hours from landing to walk through the front door. Somewhere on route I picked up a head-cold from hell; I feel like shit.
Shortly after arriving home, a conversation occurred which, despite being expected, knocked the wind out of me, and sadly changes a few things which were to occur in the near future.
After a dreadful night’s sleep, and a day of rest, I saw the doctor last night and he prescribed Zopiclone (what a cool name for a drug!) so I can switch off from everything and get some productive sleep. I slept for 10 hours – 8 hours unbroken, followed by another 2. Today I feel much better from the sleep alone, but the cold’s still making my head throb and my voice husky.
Usual form should re-establish within the next few days as I recover from the cold, stoke my mo-jo and establish new plans for the coming months.
Watch this space and send kisses, dancing girls, or both.
In the two years before Zachary was born, I took 1.5 days sickness. Other than those days, I was in good health. I had, I think, 2 colds in that period, and even they weren’t too bad.
However, since Zachary has been born, we’ve all been jumping from cough to cold to other sickness almost constantly. The last couple of days, Emma’s been wanting to do nothing more than rest of the sofa as she’s feeling so bad, and I’m going to start throwing lemsip down my throat in an effort to remain productive in the throws of a shitty cold.
So, my question to you: What can we do to stop coming down with so much sick? The best option, as I see it, is to have Zachary adopted, but I’d rather not go to those lengths :)
I saw the doctor today. He said that my upper bronchils are where the problem lays. They’re full of nasty gunk, and unfortunately there’s not much he can give me.
He has prescribed some codine based cough linctus to try and calm the spasm which is making me cough so frequently and intensely. So far that appears to be doing the trick (though making me a little drowsy).
Work have arranged things so I don’t need to get up at the crack of dawn, and in fact only need to be online for a short time to get a new trading host live. As a result, I can get some more much needed rest to try and get better.
Poor Emma’s not having a great start to her week in Devon. Both her and Zachary are sick (same thing as I have I think) and Zachary’s refusing food, which makes for not a very happy Zachary (or Emma). Zachary’s also managed to break some of Grandman’s drums, whoops.
The house is empty without them here :(
I felt like I had the onset of a cold coming yesterday.
Last night it was confirmed, and sleep was fitful. Zachary’s also coughing like a trooper keeping everyone awake but he’s crying when he wakes, which is very sad.
I’m working from home for a bit today, and then I think I’m going to try and get some more sleep
:(
I seem to have been struck by a touch of the man-flu. My nose won’t stop running and I’m feeling generally like shite. Bah.
Fingers crossed for a speedy recovery for tomorrow *fingers crossed*
Both Emma and myself started coming down with the lurgie last night. I couldn’t sleep much (kept shivering even though I was properly wrapped in a 13 tog duvet :(
Please can today be over already?
