Daily Archives: October 19, 2010

Coughing, with fit.

Item – The Cold of Filth is rather a bad one. I took a second whole day off work. Well. H found me fully dressed, staggering around the kitchen, scarlet with fever and making wild but under-powered croaking noises, like a bull-frog buried in a duvet, and asked me what the hell I thought I was doing. ‘Going to work,’ I mouthed, hoarsely. H gave me a loving, but skeptical look and re-directed me firmly back to bed.

Item – I really don’t think I ovulated. I think my temperature went up because I’m ill. I think I need Provera. Stupid ovary.

Item – It’s getting really close to the anniversary of Flash‘s really short and painful (for me) life. It hurts. I wish it didn’t. It’s all been hurting too much for too long.

Item – I’m not looking forward to Christmas either.

Item – My birthday doesn’t suck any more, despite being the anniversary of Pikaia’s loss. So, hopefully, after this first anniversary gloom, future years won’t be a morass of festive minefields. Hopefully. Because I am so very tired of grief.

Item – I need a drink.

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