Someone once described me as “sparkly” – I’m not feeling it so much right now. Instead, I’m feeling like my neck has been inflated with a bicycle pump, my sinuses have been injected with cement, my throat has participated in a razor blade swallowing experiment, my whole body has run a marathon instead of sleeping and my hands and feet have enormous weights attached to them. Nathan decided sleeping on the couch was a better bet than trying to sleep next to me, hacking and coughing all night.
Actually, I wouldn’t mind being stuck in bed all day if I had records, crayons and chipmunks saying ‘hello’.
There was an ad on TV last night that made me a bit sad – the tagline was “You are what you do”. It’s completely true, and a bit harrowing for someone who is currently doing nothing, therefore is nothing. So even though my body is screaming out for me to go back to bed, I’m going to do something. Or at least plan what I’m going to do. Baby steps though.
- Clean up the ‘sick-person-mess’ that magically appears when I’m sick. Empty panadol boxes, empty drink bottles, dirty teacups, piles of blankets and pillows.
- Make spaghetti. Eat real food.
- Wash my hair, put on some makeup and clothes. Not pajamas.
- We are hopefully going to look at a gorgeous little dog called Rupert on Saturday!
- I’m hoping we can fit in some time to plant some flowers in the garden for spring. I love peonies, and apparently they are not too hard to grow.
- I’m also hoping that I can set up my room too – it will be so nice to be able to paint, sew and make things again.
Super Kawaii Mama is writing a fantastic series of posts on how to be glamourous for every occassion, even when it’s freezing or you are cleaning the house. Very inspiring right now – I’m not sparkly right now, but I’m going to put on some blush and hopefully it will get the ball rolling.
About 7 weeks ago, I got the flu – fairly badly. I wish I could say that I made a full recovery and bounced back to my normal self, but that is not the case. Ever since, I have seen a few days here and there of feeling alright before crashing again.
After an okay Tuesday and Wednesday, I was feeling fairly confident about finally feeling better, but no such luck. I woke up this morning with absolutely no voice whatsoever and finally went to the doctor. Two hypotheses: a) I have just had very bad luck and managed to catch a string of viruses after being weakened by the original incidence of flu, leading to current laryngitis accompanied by fever, or b) I have recurring glandular fever. Squeak.
Blood test on Monday to find out, but either way, the treatment is the same. Good: staying in bed and eating soup, ice cream and jelly all day. Bad: feeling sick, not being able to do things and spending a lot of time laying in bed.
.. Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle embowers,
The Lady of Shalott
Today wasn’t wonderful. As you can see. Don’t fret though; it eventually got better.
xx Bunny (with a dash of Lord Alfred Tennyson)
I have the flu. Kill. Me. Please.
It feels like my sinuses have been pumped full of cement. Heavy head, swollen neck, aching jaw, raging fever, and total feeling of malaise so bad that I wish I could just have my entire body amputated.. from itself.
Therefore, I am going to share with you some of the things that have amused me while I’m in Deathville (aka bed, swimming in a sea of tissues):
- Francis Lam at Salon gives some tasty torture tips for making marshmallow peeps brŭlée – the comments are too funny.
- I wish someone would buy me all the Penguin clothbound hardback classics, they are so beautiful:
- Knitting a scarf, eating nutella and avoiding my Hamlet essay, due next week.
- And finally, this is the trailer for the documentary film Nath, Aaron and I went to see on Friday:
xx Bunny Florentine
I don’t know, maybe not.
There is always this struggle; I feel little vibrations in me that feel like they are gathering resources and heading for my hands, wanting to come out somehow, yet my mind always kicks into overdrive with this “what medium? themes? so-and-so is already doing that right now. you don’t have any space here, or resources” rubbish. Then I feel guilty for wanting to create something that isn’t on my to-do list.
Ash Print by Betsy Walton
I found out last night that despite any idea I had about being unique or whatever, I can be summed up by a well-established cinematic trope – the Manic Pixie Dream Girl. It explains a lot, and honestly, I am a little annoyed that I am that predictable that there is an entire host of stock characters just like me.
So anyway -trying, without success, to formulate a plan of action for today. Audrey turned me on to the dangeresque combination of crepes, nutella and frozen berries – now I really, really, really want some. But it involves going to the store… and it is raining… hmmm. Or I could just lay in bed listening to Suzanne’s 8tracks and reading Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead…
Bah. Grey day. Ignore me.. and watch this instead.