‘The Curse has come upon me’ cried the Lady of Shalott
And a quote from another poem describes me well today ‘alone, and palely loitering’ as I am attempting to get back to normal after a truly horrid week. You have all read about the Mirror Incident and the resultant concussion etc, well it transpired that I was also hit with something else, a very nasty virus which is doing the rounds at the moment, the symptoms of which were masked somewhat by the Falling Mirror Syndrome. After four days of permanent vomiting and unable to eat a thing, the doctor diagnosed this particular virus and said cheerfully nothing to be done it just has to work its way through your system. I am not a patient person, I loathe being ill and the idea of just sitting and letting something take its course is anathema to me, but in this case I simply had no choice. I don’t think I have felt quite so ill in my life, I have been unable to keep any food down with the resultant feeling that my legs were made of cotton wool, I have had to walk around clutching onto furniture and walls to stop myself falling over and only today am I beginning to feel vaguely humanoid. I have managed to lose nearly 12lb in one week, OK great I can always do with shedding a few pounds, but would prefer not to do it this way and seem to be able to only manage lightly boiled eggs and soldiers and the odd cup of soup at the moment, all very boring. I am going to see the doctor this afternoon as I feel I must have something to control this permanent nausea (remember those days folks when we were young and in early stages of pregnancy and how we felt then?? yep, well that is how I feel at mo and I have been there and done that and am not enjoying it much now….) so that I can start eating properly again.
I would also rather like to get back to work as I have seen enough of my apartment at the moment and crave company. I also feel if I don’t push myself a bit I will just sit here in a pathetic heap.
So I am back, and sorry this is not exactly a sparkling post but a distinct lack of sparkle in Chez Simpson-Long at mo. I have had to cancel a visit to the opera yesterday and am determined that my birthday treat to myself of The Importance of Being Ernest with Penelope Keith as Lady Bracknell this week is also not going to go by the board if I can help it.
Once again can I say a big thank you for all the continuing messages that I am receiving along the lines of ‘Do get well Elaine’. ‘take care and take it easy’ and ‘hope you are well soon’. They are all gratefully received. Now what I want is a few along the lines of ‘OK stop whinging, get on with it’, ‘move your butt and stop feeling sorry for yourself’.. that kind of thing to galvanise me into action.
Any reading that has taken place at all in the last week, minimal, has been strictly of the Hello/Grazie variety so very little thoughts of any literary merit will emerge for a while I fear.
And one final thing which I know you will be delighted to hear about. One day last week when I had managed to make a cup of tea and stagger back to bed to recover I received a telephone call from the Royal Bank of Scotland Fraud Department. Had I attempted to purchase £450 of spare parts for a motorcycle in the last few days? Transpires that my bank card has been cloned and some nefarious creep was trying to spend my money.
Yep, so after all this the only way is UP!
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