Last night was fabulous, apart from the fact that as the play progressed, I could feel myself getting iller and iller. Turns out that it wasn’t a hangover yesterday, but the onset of one of my horrible sore throat/hurty head/hurty eyes/hurty ears/cough/sneezey/muscle achey bouts again. I’ve spent all day wrapped up in a blanket on the sofa, sucking throat sweets and spraying some numby stuff directly onto the inside of my throat to numb it.
Worse – I have work tonight. And as so many people are off, if I don’t go they’ll have no-one. So I have to go.
And my dad has chopped a chunk off his finger.
Bad day.
2 Comments
August 17, 2008 at 11:32 pm
Get well soon. I hope your dad’s finger injury will heal. Hugs to you, Amy.
August 18, 2008 at 10:59 am
Hugs right back, Pierre, and thank you