Welcome to the inside of my head.
Today it has mostly been full of the echoing sounds of lung-searing coughs and whining.
There has also been a bit of guitar music as I tried to master the intro to "Weather With You*" and gave up, moving onto the far simpler and more satisfying chord sequences of "Nothing Else Matters**" segueing (sp?) into "Rocking in the Free World***" and "Your Decision****" by way of light relief.
The day started early, when I woke up, coughed a bit, then gradually slid into the full heaving paroxym, ending with streaming eyes and panicked racing heartbeat, imagining I was about to die. I didn't. I expect you worked that out.
Mr WithaY went and made me a cup of fresh ginger, hot lemon and honey, which was great until you got to the last inch or so, which was startlingly fibrous. Next time, I think we will deploy a sieve. The reaminder of my morning was spent in bed, wheezing and watching Star Trek Deep Space Nine on tv, wearing what was effectively a bed jacket. Ok, it was a really little cardigan/shrug thing, but by wearing it over my nightie I think it turned into a bed jacket.
I was WORKING it, baby. Working it like an OLD LADY.
Tomorrow is a bit of a big day. We have a visit from Her Majesty's Finest***** to discuss the ongoing repercussions of the SSFH******, so there's a fairly high stress level chez WithaY today. Once it's all sorted out, if it ever is, I think I will write a book about it all. With a gritty dreary black and white photo on the front cover, and some quotes from Serious People saying how enthralling it is.
Once you get the cover sorted, the rest is easy. I expect.
People do judge a book by it, they say. Need to get it right.
****Alice in Chains. The timing on that is a bugger, and as soon as I start to sing it, I lose the ability to play the chords. Not that I was singing today, mind.
******Shit Storm From Hades