I would like to think that a self-respecting country would think at least twice before declaring itself the maker of something so inherently wrong...
I'm sick of feeling poorly now - there's only so much novelty and humour to be derived from fevers, swollen glands, stomach cramps, a sore throat, headache, bad sleep and three days (and counting) of diarrhoea (plus an extra bonus neck pain which sneaked in this morning whilst I was looking the other way). Plus, I think I've reached the end of my reading pile, the end of the internet (I repeat - I have found the end of the internet and there is no pot of gold) and I've given up on the crossword (Friday's Evening Standard - almost completely intractable - I knew I should have bought something more familiar). All my Skype buddies are offline (probably asleep - lucky things...) It's boring, is this being ill malarkey.
Grrr... I'm such an impatient patient.
Sunday 20 April 2008
Wrong in so many ways...
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11 comments:
Mmmm
You are superfit and full of bugs and virus...
I am the opposite (what do I call that?) and bug free...
Maybe I should pass on a few of my secret tips...
I find Bacardi helps an upset stomach!
I think I would fall over if I drank any alcohol... I'm almost managing it already whilst being stone cold sober :(
I'll experiment with the Barcardi when I have a nice, tame illness to try it out on!
you sound like you're having a truly freadful time....
ta for comment, help yourself to the typo and I always find a heavy dose of daytime tv helps hugely to help me get better (or alternatively drive me out of the house and back to work...)
There is a short meme that I have tagged you with (details on my blog) should keep you amaused for a few minutes.
Grande Poobah,
Welcome. Thanks for dropping by my blog and thanks again for the typo - I feel I could make very effective use of "freadful" at the moment, I am certain that's how I feel.
I'm also certain that the sole purpose of Daytime TV (DTV) programmes is to make staying at home seem a worse fate than working, and thus is a weapon against voluntary unemployment. Some people seem immune to its dubious charms, however, and whatever effectiveness it may have had seems to have worn off. For me, it looks like I shall be spending Monday propped up in bed finishing off some documentation I've been writing for too long, and definitely not succumbing to DTV.
DJ,
Thanks for the meme - I will pick it up today after my next experiment (and possible after-effects) to find a food or liquid which hangs around inside me for longer than a few minutes... Thanks for linking to the superb parody - it raised no end of smiles with me.
Morning, But Why. I feel I should have some sage words to offer on the subject of indisposition, the spiritual benefits thereof, how suffering enobles the spirit and refines the personality, how one should use such pauses in life for reflection about the things that really matter in life - but I don't. Being ill is the bollocks. Just get better - and don't get the T shirt.
Your unwellness sounds decidedly unpleasant. I hope you are back on form soon.
No - that metaphor has been bothering me. When people say something is the bollocks that usually means it's good, doesn't it? So being ill isn't that, it's - no, I won't take you to that part of the anatomy. It's the pits, anyway. Not to say that some pits might in some respects have been good things. But this pit isn't, especially when you are bored and have reached the end of the internet rainbow.
Signs,
I'm struggling to get with the concept of the benefits of illness - as far as I can see, the only upsides are an increased level of general knowledge from aimless surfing, a vast growth in knowledge about whichever bit of the corpus has broken this time, and perhaps a greater ability to empathise with those similarly afflicted. I'd happily forego all of those things for the ability for retain my food and drink within me for sufficent time to enable me to gain some digestive benefit.
I think perhaps being ill is "bollocks" rather than "the bollocks" which I assume is a contraction of "the dog's bollocks". It's definitely not the mutt's nuts.
(Am I still making something which is remotely mistakeably as "sense"? I don't think I can tell any more, I think my brain has dribbled out of my ear...)
Random,
Aye, it's rubbish. Amazingly boring, too. I certainly don't recommend this as something to do the next time you have a few days off work :(
Hope you're feeling better!
Weenie,
Thanks, yes, I've been given the all-clear by the medics to continue living. To celebrate this fact, I've done a solid poo!
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