Over the last month, I’ve dipped in and out of being unwell – nothing alarming, merely coughs and sniffles, and a problem of being tired during the day, but unable to sleep properly at night, mainly due to said sniffles affecting my use of CPAP.
As a result, I’ve done bugger all housework over the last couple of weeks, I have a huge pile of t-shirts and underwear waiting to be ironed or put away, and I’ve missed out on a couple of things I intended to do this month, such as gaming and folk events.
Alas, having thought I had licked it, it’s hit me with a vengeance, and I am definitely unwell – currently curled up on my sofa, under a duvet; with no voice to speak of, and flu-like symptoms.
This means I am almost certainly going to miss the filk convention this weekend, which is sad, but not the end of the world, all things considered. I’m not programmed to be in anything, so I won’t be letting anyone down, and I think if I did go, I really wouldn’t be up to enjoying it that much. For that reason, and the possibility of infecting others (convention hotels are so good for sharing!), I think I am best off tucked up at home, with a ready supply of tissues, hot drinks and DVDs.