Thursday, 3 March 2011
Today is the 31st of February...
Today is the 31st of February... well according to my clock it is anyway.
And the fact that it's taken me until after 8pm on Thursday March 3rd to realise I need to change the date on my clock, is a pretty good indicator of me losing track of time the last few days... Somewhere I lost the beginning of the week.
Last weekend I visited Mal and Marion in Mirboo North where Mal opened the doors of his photographic gallery Ridgway Studio for the first time. Exciting times, and it was great to see him get excited and nervous and be proud of his work.
The sun shone and the day was a success. It was fun to hang out and help get the last bits done (though in truth I didn't do much, as it was pretty much done anyway!) It was lovely to catch up with Marion and visit with Nino, Elvis and Pixel, and share drinks with their neighbours at the end of the day.
And then, in the dark hours of Sunday morning I was hit with some sort of gastro bug, which saw me wave my goodbyes and head home early Sunday morning. So I was home and in bed by midday where I spent most of the next two and a half days.
As a quick aside... to anyone who might have the same (stupid) idea as me... Mc Donalds on the road trip home does not prove to have any curative effect (surprise surprise!) It never makes me feel any better when I feel good - why should it when I already feel crap? Whatever was I thinking? Anyway... be warned.
So. Until Wednesday morning when I returned to work, I left the house for 3 things only.
A visit to the doctor.
A walk to the local 7-11 for bread and dry ginger.
A short walk to the letterbox late Tuesday evening undercover of darkness.
It goes without saying... being sick sucks.
Being sick and single, sucks even more.
There is no-one to moan to, or to cook you toast with vegemite.
There is no-one to turn off the telly when you can't be arsed to get up and do it yourself.
There is no-one to turn out the light at 2pm when you're on the verge of an afternoon nap and the light hurts your eyes.
There is no-one to check on you, or rub your back, or get you a drink.
Or just be there.
Despite my miseries and whining about my single status, I am now fine and feel safe to venture more than 50 meters from the nearest amenities!
It's made me grateful for...
My (generally good) health
A decent stock of toilet paper
Skype with Mum and Dad
Friends who offer to drop off supplies and send me random sms messages to check in on me
My heavenly bed
A couple of favourite DVDs
and Aloe vera tissues (No I didn't have a cold, but the tissues were a godsend!)
To the people who invented aloe vera tissues, please take note - there is a definite market for aloe vera toilet paper. It's a serious contender for invention of the year. Seriously. Do it.
I for one will buy some and have it tucked away for special occasions!