Ever since I got back from Rome I've felt terrible. First of all a dodgy tummy, then a really nasty cough - with every COVID symptom coming one after the other. Then the dodgy tummy came back, then I had 3 days of feeling ok and now I'm rocking a major temperature and a mild cough again.
I don't know whether to be concerned or not - it's been 4 weeks now. They say if you have something for more than 2 weeks you should get in touch with the doctor. But it's not consistent - I seem to be cycling the same things, but I don't have each individual 'thing' for 2 solid weeks. Just a few days, then it goes away and then comes back again.
I feel absolutely exhausted with it. Last night my temperature rocked up to 38.4. I've just been out to go and get some more neurofen - I'm considering buying shares in the company as I'll at least get some cash back on the product somehow.
Last week was a major stress out. I'm struggling with something at work - not something I usually suffer from because things tend to come to me easily. But there's one document I'm working on that keeps coming back to me. It's getting difficult to maintain the momentum.
Then the new legs for my desk turned up (they didn't come with original order) and they sent the wrong chuffing legs. So I ended up on the phone sorting that out. Then our tumble dryer broke again. Then to top it all, when I was already getting stressed about the logistics of the weekend (more later) I suddenly got a message to say that the next lot of leaflets had turned up.
On Thursday the correct legs turned up, plus I had to do lots for the weekend and there was loads of other stuff. So Thursday night looked like this:
- Finish work
- Tidy House
- Go and pick up leaflets
- Come home and cook supper
- Go up to new office space and sort out all the wires and stuff (took a lot longer that the few words in a bullet)
- Eat supper
- Tesco Delivery turned up
There was other stuff as well, but I can't remember it. By the end of the evening I was on my knees.
Then on Friday son was picked up to go for a sleepover, to play D&D and to watch a horror film. On Thursday night the 'mum's' were debating appropriate film. The boys were adamant they would watch IT. Given that the youngest is 13 and the oldest is 14 us horrible mums put our foot down. In the end they watched Poltergeist, the original - which seemed to be ok and none appear to be scarred for life.
But this made Saturday an absolute nightmare. I basically set my alarm for 6.00am, then took dog for walk down to seafront going to butchers on way back. I was back in house for 9.45 with just enough time to do a quick turnaround before driving for an hour to pick up son and a friend. The journey was hell, I was stopped at every turn, first traffic for football, then every traffic light, then every train crossing I got to had a train coming, then there was a tractor cutting verges where some very official people were standing in middle of road with walky talkies (more later).
I then went past a garden centre that claimed to have a pumpkin patch. This was interesting because on the previous Sunday I'd taken son to normal pumpkin patch (an enormous field full of pumkins), but because of the rain it had been closed - because the cars basically park in a field. It then rained all week so there hadn't been a chance to return.
So picked up son and friend from the place they'd stayed and we headed home. They were up for going to the pumpkin patch so that was the first place we went. As we went into the garden centre I was overjoyed that they had their Christmas stuff out - singing reindeers and everything (I love a singing reindeer). They also had a Christmas train that son would have gone ape over when he was about 5.
Once the boys managed to drag me away from the Christmas stuff we went to the pumpkin patch. It was a bit pants really - just an area of the garden centre where they had shoved some cheap supermarket pumpkins in some hay. But at least the boys got to pick a pumpkin. There was also an amazing double decker bus that they had decorated for Halloween (see photo). Doubtless next week it will decorated for Christmas - perhaps with a Santa!
We continued on our journey and came to where the tractor was trimming hedges. This time the officious person with walky talkie waved us on - we went around the first bend in the road to come to a traffic jam. The car 5 in front of us was actually waiting for the tractor! What they thought the person in the road was there for I don't know.
Anyway, there then was an event that made both boys crack up. The woman with walky talky came around the corner to see what was holding the traffic up and saw the person waiting for the tractor.
Now I can't use all the words she used as some of them are very un PC (which is part of why the boys cracked up). But reasonably close to what the woman screamed at the top of her voice was 'Oh My God, These people are totally STUPID'. She then had to run down the queue of traffic to get the person to move. In case you're wondering which words I changed - pretty much all of them actually apart from 'these people are totally'.
We eventually got home. I then needed to prepare supper and do more tidying. Then pull together the pumpkin bits and bobs to go out the front of the house. We had friends for supper so I cooked that and also pulled together some cookies for the kids to decorate and get together the pumpkin decorating bits and bobs.
Then Sunday woke up feeling pants (but put it down to the Frizzante I had deservedly had on Saturday night. My parents were coming for lunch, so necking down some more neurofen I tidied up all the stuff from the night before, reset the table for another meal and started to prepare the food.
In a moment of madness I'd decided to do a raclette, I had asked Mum if she and dad would be able to cope with a raclette or if it would be confusing. She said that they'd absolutely love a raclette. So I spent a fortune on bits and bobs and prepared everything. As they set off from home mum said 'I've just googled what a raclette is - it looks terribly complicated'.
So son sat next to Granny and I sat next to dad and we mothered them through the complexities of the meal. I don't think they enjoyed it all, so that was an expensive, time consuming mistake. Never again.
Anyway once they'd gone and exhausted by my life - this was when my temperature just kept crawling up and up.
I'd love to spend the day in bed, but too busy to do that.
Hopefully will feel better later in week.
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