More of the same

Another turn for the worse during the night rendered my shivery, hot and on the phone to a GP. One Lemsip later and I got back to sleep, only to wake up achy and roasted - falling to bits it would seem.

Still, and idler's dream is this life of convalescence. As Tom always remarks, I should embrace the illness and enjoy it; imagine myself as a consumptive, romantic artist or poet, lying in bed with only my illness and my opium for company.

So, for this afternoon, it's a cup of tea and a made-for-tv movie (Tuesdays With Morrie), and for this evening: who knows. I'm taking each hour as it comes, living in the moment, and quite enjoying it.