A-tishoo! A-tishoo! We all fall down!
Isn’t it miserable to be ill when you’re ill?
I always get particularly narked when I catch one of those evil winter virus-y, bug-gy things. I think it’s pretty fair to say that I am in a constant state of ‘ill’ – true, some days are better than others, but why should I have to deal with the indignity of a snotty nose, sore throat and raised temperature on top of the constant companion that is M.E.? Don’t I have enough to deal with already?
I feel as though our house should have a sign outside at the moment reading: WARNING! UNCLEAN! Various members of the Giraffe-a-licious household are currently playing host to a variety of colds and viruses. There’s always that extra element of tension in the house when you know that you’re sharing it with a particularly nasty stomach bug. I’ve started to view my parents with suspicion, certain that they are about to get that little bit too close and that the invisible enemy will latch onto me. Every day that goes by without symptoms is a small triumph! I joke, but in reality it’s actually quite a genuine and understandable fear. Catching one of these ailments could really set me back in my overall health. It’s exhausting enough for your average, healthy person to experience and recover from these bugs, let alone little old me with my lack of energy at the best of times!
The line between taking sensible precautions and acting on pure paranoia is a fine one but I think I’m doing OK. I’m just about managing to hold off on buying one of those bubble things!
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