Achoo!

For maybe the last 5 days or so I have fallen victim to a nasty cold/flu/mutant illness thing. It has not been fun at all! Tuesday I started off feeling completely dishevelled but not unwell, then woke up on Wednesday morning to a red roar throat and it just snowballed from there. Between waking up to getting to work on Wednesday morning, a time frame of two hours, I became this mess of a disgusting head cold. Yesterday I had to go to the doctor because I was not getting anywhere with the whole getting better thing. I missed a movie preview (which was also meant to be a semi/causal/ weird-lets-pretend-its not date thing with my ex boyfriend and before you get worried, not that ex boyfriend), I missed dinner with my friend and her new boyfriend who she is 99% certain she is going to marry and consequently missed out of eating delicious duck in China Town with cheap wine and lively chatter, and I have missed shopping for things I need for when I go to visit me nearest and dearest friend in Sydney in two weeks! And I just saw these Giuseppe Zanotti Booties on sale for $175 reduced from some ridiculous four figure price tag ($1150 ) and I know they would make me instantly better, if only I could summon the energy leave the house to get to the store to snatch them up so that I could also wear them in Sydney! And they are only on sale for today ONLY! This has been a fun free zone!

SO, yesterday, I had to walk to the doctor, the pharmacy, and the supermarket (where I had an altercation involving the back of my heel, my back, a trolley, and an uppity woman wearing Millers jeans who is not at all feeling the bliss that her domestic life once promised). I don’t like going to the doctor normally. I think up until yesterday my doctor was quite happy to put my in the same basket as my mother. My mother, God bless her, is one of those ladies who freak out over the smallest thing and rushes off to the doctor to be told that she is perfectly fine! SO anyway, up until yesterday I was 100% convinced that the doctor had me in the same basket as my mother, purely based on blood relation. But yesterday, boy did I prove his little blood relation theory wrong! I am SICK! After he did the thing with the tongue depressor thing and the light down the back of my throat and then sticking the light thing in my ear, and then using the stethoscope to listen to just how raspy (and laboured from the walk to the doctors surgery) my breathing was; he then decided to take my temperature. It was nearly 40 degrees! That is bad! He even had to admit it! YAY validation! He was actually starting to show concern for me. He asked if I was feeling hot, I told him I couldn’t really feel anything. He asked me if I was keeping my fluids up, I told him I drank a bottle of Mountain Dew. He kindly ignored this; after all we were making such progress with our relationship, and said I should probably drink some PowerAide or something, less my insides all melt and fuse together from internal overheating or something gross like that. Then we started getting along really well. We were talking politics and life decisions and weekend plans, though my contribution to that conversation was lacking, as I had just been instructed that I must continue to bed rest for the rest of the weekend.

Bed rest sound so insanely dull, doesn’t it? That’s what I thought too. Until one of my friends sent me a link to this blog! http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/ This is hands down the best entertainment I could have hoped for! I read it all the way to the very end! And then I completed something of a quest, not unlike something Harry Potter would have to undertake, to get to the B-Sides blog (and no, I am not going to give you the link or the answer to the question, you deserve a Harry Potter type quest too!) I’m not the sort of person to laugh out loud when I am alone. This blog really did make me lolz! I love that she’s so openly self depreciating! It’s refreshing and honest! I find on a lot of blogs, because you can be whoever you want to be, people often try so hard to be intimidatingly cool. Like being cool on a blog makes up for the fact that you were never cool in high school, with their superior knowledge of what ever they choose to blog about. But this lady tells you everything exactly how it is, and is even funnier for doing so!

The only other comfort in my time of sickness is that Joanna Newsom has made a song that perfectly describes how I am feeling. And it’s pretty! And lists 3 of my favourite fruits! Enjoy!

(Joanna Newsom - Peach Plum Pear)

the weekend bliss tag is in an ironic way, just want to clear that one up for you!