Oh really not feeling great today at all. I should have seen the warning signs. I had sweets last week whilst working. Not a huge scary thing I know, but that's not like me. I needed the burst of energy. Then after work on Friday I decided I didn't have the energy to cook so we ordered in a pizza. Again, not the sort of thing I do normally at all.
On Saturday I started to feel really rubbish, headache, temperature, dodgy tummy. Husband also has it. Son is fine though. I've done several lateral flow tests and they are all clear, so it's not COVID thankfully.
To be honest I think it's because we've been shut away so much for the last year. Every time we go out and do something we end up getting ill. So this must have been something we picked up when we were out and about for son's birthday last week. Mightily annoying though because I wore a mask and so I managed to save everybody from any germs I had. However, nobody else was masked up.
Saturday supper was surprisingly ok - still didn't have energy to cook, but takeaway 2 days in a row is really pushing my boundaries too far. I got all the ingredients together and put them on the side in the kitchen, then literally stood there with my forehead on the counter getting enough energy to raise my head and start cooking.
I managed to bolster my energy with a glass or 2 of prosecco as I cooked, it certainly managed to get me through to the point of serving up.
Felt a lot better yesterday morning and so we went to see my elderly parents. I was ok all day until we got home at which point I felt rubbish again. Fingers crossed we haven't passed anything to them. Though we were outside in the garden the whole day so that's a positive thing.
Mum had made a lasagne, she doesn't like cooking any more so I was surprised she'd gone to so much effort. The lasagne was delicious. I told her so and she looked a bit strange, then made eye contact with dad, then smiled and then 'fessed up. She couldn't be bothered to cook so they'd gone to M&S and got 3 of their finest lasagnes. She'd moved them from the M&S packaging into one of her own lasagne dishes, then put breadcrumbs on top and on top of that some grated cheese.
She said she was testing it out because she's having dinner party soon and really doesn't fancy cooking. Turns out she wasn't going to tell me what she'd done but was testing it out me. I explained that it was good for her that she had been honest as I was about to ask her for the recipe!!!! I think it was a brilliant idea - I definitely gave her a thumbs up to do it for her DP. I mean how great to be able to save yourself all the effort if you can't be bothered.
Things seem a bit tougher over at theirs. Dad's still Dad, but his dementia shows a little bit more every time we go over. He's totally given up on the garden and gardening used to be his 'thing'. It still looks ok, I think they are getting people in to keep it in shape. He's also grumpier than usual. Mum said he used to turn the charm on for when we were over, but I think he's either bothering less or finding it harder. Don't get me wrong, he's still lovely and he's still the man I know, It's simply that I see the changes in him. All very sad, but as I said before he seems happy in himself.
I think it's a strain on mum though. She's trying to get him to leave the house for a walk every day, but he doesn't want to go. As a result she's had to give up her gym sessions because she's not sure at what time of day she's going to be able to get him up and out. He needs to leave the house because the mental stimulation is so important.
Not really much else to report - the house looks like a pigsty because both husband and I are suffering at the same time. Things are literally being dropped where we stand. Hopefully it will not last for much longer!
Son has HE (cooking) at school today and so, as requested by school, I sent him in with measured ingredients, a dish to cook a cake and a cake tin to bring it home. Got very teenage whatsapp from son telling me off for putting the cake tin in his bag as it was noisy and took up a lot of space.
Did the only sensible thing and just sent a whatsapp message back in return with a .gif of Kevin the Teenager. If you don't know Kevin the Teenager - you can educate yourself here. It's a little window into what it's like having my teenager in the house! Things are only going to get worse....
I'm about to start work - we'll see how the day goes.
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