Menorgglegarrrgle; The Looming Lurgy

WARNING. There may be TMI...

Dear blogpals,

Thank you to all who have enquired. My health is not good. A mysterious lurgy which appeared out of the rather unpleasant wind I had to walk against for some time last Friday. (At least, this is my assumption. It could also have been picked up from the bus trip over from the Hutch and taken only the wind to gestate it fully...)

Saturday, it was only a simple, but annoying cough and a feeling of lethargy. Overnight into Sunday, nausea and retching set in. A little of the down-under also, but nothing of any real concern.

Then the headache. I soon realised it was 'dry head' due to desiccation. I could not take in enough water (and keep it in) to redress the dehydration. So the head banged on. Lethargy turned to 'batteries dead'. Thankfully, I'd been able to contact Mac1 to come to take over dad's cares. Poor darling. It was supposed to be her holiday. A proper one. This coming Saturday is the fourth anniversary of The Maestro's passing, and because it was the leap year, it is the first proper occasion for noting that date. She will, on that day, serve Amy's memory well, as she will be assisting Amy's best mate Rhona (cerebral palsy) at a harp rehearsal for an upcoming concert. I can feel the Maestro wriggling with glee at that.

Most of this week I have been laid out. Getting even my shower done, is a marathon. Every move requires that I think about it for at least five minutes. Maybe hours. Anyway, here I am still trying to get my kit together and my dear sis is now showing signs of sniffles and snuffles. Add to all this the fact that the blokes are in converting the bathroom into a wetroom for dad, and it is all a bit ... crazy.

For the first time since starting, this blog now has some blank posts. I have none scheduled, so need to work at getting some in. Tomorrow is FFF. Let's see how I go. Saturday is easy.

Thanks for being here. If you weren't I probably won't know. Cheers from the sickroom.