I’m so fed up. I’m ill, and have been since 3am on Tuesday morning when I woke up with raging backache and headache. I appear to have caught the flu, and this time it actually is the flu and not just a cold that you have to call the flu so you get more sympathy. I spent Tuesday laying on the sofa unable to sleep because the pain in my lower back was so bad, cramming paracetamol eagerly down my neck only to find it didn’t make the slightest difference.
Since then my symptoms have been varying themselves each day, just to keep me interested. On Wednesday I was feverish, dizzy and achey, and then the aches turned into shooting pains in my hips overnight. Since then it’s been a mix of dizziness, an annoying cough, neck ache, general fatigue, and bizarre temperature fluctuations that have me sweating even when it’s freezing in here.
Surprisingly for me, I actually have a piece of work that I need to get on with (I know, who would have thought?) and so I’ve been stressing about that. Today I tried to drag myself into work because I thought I’d be feeling better, but I didn’t even make it out to the car with Chris before I felt faint and had to give up. And then I was just annoyed with myself for getting up early and wearing myself out and making myself feel worse. It’s our office Christmas party today too, so I’m missing that now.
And on top of that, when I did get to the car this morning we found that some fucktard has done something to the passenger door so you now can’t open it from the outside. The key doesn’t really turn in the lock, and the handle just flaps uselessly up and down. You can open it if you get in the driver’s side, thank god, so it’s not a disaster. If both doors had been fucked it would have been a nightmare this close to Christmas. Who would do that? Why the fuck can’t people leave things alone that don’t belong to them? It’s not even that nice a car to try and steal, if that’s what they were doing. It’s seven years old, it’s small, and the paintwork is all scratched where Chris helpfully ‘cleaned’ it with a scouring pad, not thinking that perhaps that’s a bit abrasive for use on a car.
So anyway, now we’ve got that to sort out as well. Won’t be before Christmas, there are only two working days left. Then the new year… probably not time again before Chris goes back to work. So then when? February half term? How fucking ridiculous.
So I’m fed up. And I don’t want to be ill any more. And Chris’ sympathy has long since expired – I only get two days of it before he gets bored and decides me being ill is just annoying. I’ve been too ill even to blog the final of X-Factor, after months of watching it and ranting about it on here. Maybe I’ll do it in a minute, first I’m going to channel hop on the TV and see if I can find someone less fortunate than me to make myself feel better.
UPDATE: Ha! I didn’t even need to channel hop, because East17 have popped up on the telly and Brian Harvey is certainly less fortunate than me. For one thing, he’s entirely unfortunate looking, he looks like a rat baby. And he also had that incident where he accidentally ran over his own head (quite an achievement) and had to spend months in hospital. And then he tried and FAILED to become our Eurovision entry, which really is a slap in the musical face – you’re not even good enough for Eurovision, the continental career-killer. So yes he’s less fortunate than me and I’m quite pleased about it.