So here I am lying in bed on the best day so far this week. We were busy yesterday and went and bought a new bed frame last night and did not get back in until nearly 9. So I suggested we get a pizza and a DVD.
The DVD was good, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo – though I do think the book is much better. The pizza was fine, your usual local stuff, because I was sharing the piazza I decided on some garlic bread and chicken wing. It was the bloody chicken wings that did it.
Today I have become close with my bathroom, not even able to leave the house to go and get the Sunday papers, thanks A. We notice after the film when we cleared everything from the living room that some of the chicken bones were red. Anna felt ill last night for a while, but I seemed fine – my cast iron stomach had saved me once again.
Unfortunately that has not been the case today. So instead of cutting the grass and moving some stuff in the back garden I am here in bed. However I am not in bed because it is somewhere I think I should be – I am bloody freezing. I would happily close all the windows and have the heating on, A tells me though it is quite warm and do I want another duvet?
This today got me thinking. Once upon a time in the deep dark past when we lived in a society, people would get ill and go to bed for a few days to get over it. I remember then people having more energy. Most people I talk to now are tired – I am a lot, I know that is because I work too much, but is that the case with everyone?
We are now counted as economic units by our governments, the one that has just went on their summer hols for 12 weeks – 12 bloody weeks for the lazy bastards. But back to the point, when ill now there has to be a pill so that I can just keep going. Stuff the fact that my body is telling me to lie down and recover from what ever is wrong – no, now work is more important than health. Interesting.
What about that dam Lemsip advert. Dying on your feet and take a Lemsip and you will be fine, never mind fine but produce better work that you do normally. Ballocks.
I am sure I will be better tomorrow, but today the world can just go away and leave me to wallow in my misery.
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