Some Dr once said how to tell if you had ‘flu or a cold – was to imagine that there was a fifty quid note out on the front lawn, if you have a cold, you would go and get it, if you have flu, you wouldn’t bother. I haven’t been to the doctor, or phoned the swine flu helpline, or taken tamiflu – but I’m fairly sure what I have had (and still have) is flu… probably that flu. Certainly this was no cold.
In the absence of a fifty quid note on the front lawn, or indeed, even a front lawn, I’m going to use the ‘could I care less about vegetables etc’ method of telling the difference. On Thursday, feeling the first inkling of a lurgy brewing, I shot round trying to do as much as possible. By the weekend, I just couldn’t care less. I established someone else was worrying about the animals, and gave up.
Sorry if I am going on a bit.. I am I know.. just this is all I have been doing. I was even too ill to read.. and I always make time to read (often replacing sleeping time with reading time).
so anyway today was different. I finally looked out of the curtain to see what that drilling sound actually was. I noticed the sun was shining, and this afternoon went out with himself to chat to the sheep, and look about a bit. Too much too soon, i had to have a lie down on the way back. But unfortunately, I am now caring about what is not happening too.
This is always the difficult bit of an illness, when you want to get back to it – but the body is unwilling. And it seems that whilst (so far, touch wood, fingers crossed etc) the men in my life have not had it, a lot of the chore fairies were obviously knocked out with the flu virus too. The laundry fairy has been absent, the harvesting fairy is missing, the remembering to pay bills fairy is awol. The greenhouse watering fairy obviously forgot what she was doing, then remembered after three days and overwatered to compensate, and the tomatoes are split.. I would announce the loss of the tidy kitchen fairy, but I fear we never had one.
Still no real harm done, and I had a gentle hour sitting in the sun slicing a hundred weight or so of french beans for the freezer, as it turns out there were masses waiting to be picked (by himself) and yes I did overdo things today, and had to go lie down for a bit. – sorry mother hen.. sorry… I will listen…as itching though I am to get everything done, and August is the month of harvesting and preserving, I’m going to have to pace myself for a bit, still have a bit of a temperature, still coughing and wheezing and achy, but at least I feel I have turned the corner.