Blargh - being sick is not fun!

 More a statement of the blindingly obvious than a title but my mind is not up to much. I am always reminded every time I get sick of how much I don't like being sick.

In theory being sick sounds agreeable enough - lots of time in bed, maybe a day or two off work and an excuse for guzzling soup and being slack with the housework.

Howver, the reality is far less enjoyable than I keep on hoping or imaging it to be. For starters as soon as I become sickish, I seem to lose the ability to sleep well. Regardless of how many hours I spend in bed, I generally wake up groggy and tired because the majority of the night was spent with me, coughing, being unable to breathe properly or get comfortable. I also have to drink heaps of water because of the dry mouth/throat factor. Then I get too hot and then too cold and so on and so on.

Anyway, I shall not go on in too much detail. I imagine everyone has had the flu before and knows what an incredibly unpleasant and irritating experience it is.

I shall survive*, no doubt, the next few days in a nurofen/lemsip/panadol with caffenine haze.

I've been told that worse things happen at sea, but I am not a sailor.

* I've looked for the tell-tale signs of bubonic plague such as purple/black pustules (or technically are they macules? Cannot remember...**) and currently seem to NOT have bubonic plague based on my findings. So that is good.

** Cannot remember learning about the plague in enough details to clearly state for certain on the macule/pustule issue. To clarify, I am not claiming to remember HAVING the plague or being present during the historical Black Death ***.

*** Although I have played the board game on several occasions.