Yeah, it was the cold. Only at night? At night it turns into the flu, and I lie awake wearing all the clothes I can possibly wrap around my body, accessorized with two hot water bottles, one heating pad and a blanket. And I am STILL COLD. Monday night was rough. On Tuesday, I felt a little better. “Am almost cured!” I thought, smugly. “Will get a good night’s sleep tonight, and will wake up in the morning as good as new!”
I am not as good as new. And I did not get “a good night’s sleep”. Neither did Terry, on account of my shaking like a leaf because I was so cold, and repeatedly asking him if he could take me to the hospital so they could wrap me in one of those foil blanket things you see on people with hypothermia in the movies. (Note to self: check eBay to see if you can maybe buy them things.) Seriously, I have never been so cold in all my life, and I’m actually not sure whether I feel cold because I’m ill, or whether I just feel ill because it’s SO FREAKING COLD. There’s more snow forecast for tonight, too, and seriously, if I wasn’t due to leave the country at the weekend for warmer climes, I’d be willing to sell my soul right now for a plane ticket to somewhere warm. It’s THAT cold.
So, today, none of us are really on top form. Not even Rubin, who used Terry’s repeated trips to the kitchen to refill my hot water bottles as an excuse to bark the house down, and we had to bring him into bed with us to get him to shut up. This might have worked out OK (hell, any extra body heat AT ALL is welcome right now as far as I’m concerned), except he only wanted to sleep ON MY CHEST and that… was not so good.
So. This week has really sucked, to be honest, and it has sucked so much that I suspect my entire holiday will be spent recovering from it. So that’s just great! Now I’m just waiting for Terry to catch whatever it is I’ve had. Or for the house to fall down.
On the plus side, the Week O’Fail has totally distracted me from the fear of flying…