Was it some time warp that I were caught in? It was Friday just yesterday, wasn't it?
This is what you get from staying couched in the name of medical rest.
Ah well, Monday is the new Sunday, or so I'd like to believe,
My sore throat is sore indeed. In fact it has successfully changed my voice, to the effect that even my mom was fooled for a quick second.
Oh god I've been drinking scalding water in the hope that it relieves this ache, and gargling.
Hah, if you want to know what it feels like to drown in boiling sea, then hot salt water gargles are the thing for you.
Not entirely the best sensation in the world, but man, do they help with sore throat.
Fever is at an all time low, in fact it didn't peak as it usually would, and for that, I count my blessings.
Resting, as I've been told is of the essence, and I'm not complaining. There aren't many occasions when you get to lie on the couch, and have your meals delivered to you in a plate, on your lap, and sometimes even voluntarily fed.
The flipside to this romantic restful menagerie is that the house has gotten messy.
All my efforts to clean the house in the days gone were thwarted, and the reigns for the upkeep of the house were more or less left afloat. Things around the house have uncharacteristically moved, transferred, disappeared, lodged in places they didn't belong and/or left in a crumpled mess to resemble a meager shell of their former existence.
This morning was dedicated to fixing up the mess from weekend gone by. The kitchen was a nightmare. Washed dishes were left to pile up everywhere, torn edges of plastic wrappers adorned the floor along with a colourful mix of assorted chips, cookies and other snack crumbs. Clothes left in the dryer since Friday.
The discovery of remote controls in such varied locations as the dining table, wedged between cushion covers and kitchen. A pair of shorts lodged behind an ornamental cushion, a pair of socks found in fetal position next to dinner mats, a soaking wet bath towel on a chair.
I could go on, but then it'd seem like I'm complaining.
So, rest or no rest, I was left in the wake of a small mess..one which I've now cleaned up to some extent.
This is what you get from staying couched in the name of medical rest.
Ah well, Monday is the new Sunday, or so I'd like to believe,
My sore throat is sore indeed. In fact it has successfully changed my voice, to the effect that even my mom was fooled for a quick second.
Oh god I've been drinking scalding water in the hope that it relieves this ache, and gargling.
Hah, if you want to know what it feels like to drown in boiling sea, then hot salt water gargles are the thing for you.
Not entirely the best sensation in the world, but man, do they help with sore throat.
Fever is at an all time low, in fact it didn't peak as it usually would, and for that, I count my blessings.
Resting, as I've been told is of the essence, and I'm not complaining. There aren't many occasions when you get to lie on the couch, and have your meals delivered to you in a plate, on your lap, and sometimes even voluntarily fed.
The flipside to this romantic restful menagerie is that the house has gotten messy.
All my efforts to clean the house in the days gone were thwarted, and the reigns for the upkeep of the house were more or less left afloat. Things around the house have uncharacteristically moved, transferred, disappeared, lodged in places they didn't belong and/or left in a crumpled mess to resemble a meager shell of their former existence.
This morning was dedicated to fixing up the mess from weekend gone by. The kitchen was a nightmare. Washed dishes were left to pile up everywhere, torn edges of plastic wrappers adorned the floor along with a colourful mix of assorted chips, cookies and other snack crumbs. Clothes left in the dryer since Friday.
The discovery of remote controls in such varied locations as the dining table, wedged between cushion covers and kitchen. A pair of shorts lodged behind an ornamental cushion, a pair of socks found in fetal position next to dinner mats, a soaking wet bath towel on a chair.
I could go on, but then it'd seem like I'm complaining.
So, rest or no rest, I was left in the wake of a small mess..one which I've now cleaned up to some extent.
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