I’ve had one of those weeks!  You know the kind, you feel flatter than a tack yet you’ve just got so much you need to do still, so lazing around (which is all I wanted to do) wasn’t an option.

Let me set the scene for you…. Friday afternoon & my temperature was sitting a little higher than was pleasant to deal with, I felt chilled to the bone & yet you could cook an egg on on my forehead.  I kinda felt like I was wearing a helmet that was 2 sizes too small, my head ached & I felt miserable & to make matters worse, everyone that greeted me at work told me how awful I looked.   Pretty sure your getting the gist of how I was feeling right?

Mr HG arrived home armed with a bucket load of goodies from the chemist that he assured me would combat the lurgy that was living within, so I decided to dose up and passed out in my comfy bed, willing the demons to exit my body whilst I slept.

Saturday was upon me all too soon, I wont go so far as saying I had a visit from George Clooney like my dear friend Cindy, but I sure did experience an action packed night of strange dreams & delirium that’s for sure. I actually felt pretty alright considering, maybe a little groggy from the drugs, but better, or so I thought.

It was a good thing food was of little interest to me in the days before I finally admitted I was sick, because I’d managed to run the fridge dry & the cupboards bare, but pretty impressed how creative one can be with minimal ingredients on hand all the same.

But, now I was starting to get better, I desperately needed to hit the shops and it seemed like a good idea at the time that I join the Costco crew and shop there.   But nuh, it was a bad idea, the lines were huge & Im talking 2 hours long my friends.  Clearly I wasn’t well enough to stand in line for Cosco this week I told myself, so I took myself off to my usual shops.  Good idea right?  Nuh, bad idea, a very expensive bad idea as it turned out as no sooner had I started in on my familiar food gathering mission that I found myself becoming vague & tired & forgetful. Dam this flue!  Where has all my energy gone?  Continue Reading