If you’ve been keeping up with my posts lately, you’ll already know the answer to this one: absolutely nothing glamorous. I’ve been working on getting better after being completely knocked off my feet by what can only be described as the “lurgy from hell”.
We’re on day 11 now. Yes, 11… and it’s still hanging around like an uninvited guest who refuses to take the hint 🙄. One minute I think I’m improving, the next I’m coughing like there’s a sudden need to vacate my lungs and wondering if I’ll ever have energy again.
Honestly, it’s been a vibe. A very mucus-y vibe.
The first few days were the worst though. That dizzy, feverish stage where even making a cup of tea feels like climbing Everest. I had grand plans for blog posts, ARC reviews, and another unachievable weekend reading challenge/binge… and instead I ended up curled under a blanket surrounded by tissues, tea, a years supply of paracetamol and two very pleased cats. Atlas and Otis have fully appointed themselves as my feline nurses. Mostly by sleeping on my legs so I physically can’t get up.
It’s funny how being ill completely distorts your sense of time. I swear I’ve been living the same day over and over again: wake up, cough, drink tea, take tablets, wipe nose, attempt to read, fall asleep, repeat. 11 days later, and my main achievement is probably the number of Jakemans cough sweets I’ve consumed (if that counts as a skill, I’m an expert now).
But in a weird way, slowing down has been kind of… nice? Once I stopped being annoyed at myself for not doing anything “productive,” I realised that maybe this forced break was exactly what I needed. Resting doesn’t come naturally to me and I’m usually juggling work, adventures, and an ever-growing TBR pile… but sometimes your body just hits the brakes for you and you have to stop.
Of course, I’ve tried to read here and there, note the emphasis on tried. My brain feels like mush half the time, so getting through more than a few pages is an achievement. I even started a comfort reread, but five pages in and I was out cold, so it’s now been safely returned to the TBRA pile for another day. Still, it’s something.
So, what have I been working on? Truthfully, just getting better. That’s it. No big projects, no dramatic life updates. Just me, my cats, my endless mugs of tea, and the slow process of feeling human again. It’s not the content I planned to be posting this week, but maybe it’s the only content I had. Gotta love WordPress prompts in times of need, eh 😅.
Here’s hoping day 12 brings fewer coughs, more energy, and maybe even the ability to focus on a full chapter without nodding off.
Until next time… stay healthy, friends. And if you need me, I’ll be over here trying to remember what breathing through my nose feels like.
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