officially poorly

Current work: officially poorly, so not up to it
Listening to: not
Reading: Liz Fielding, Instant Fire and An Image of You (am poorly enough to be greedy with my stock of vintage books - right now I want comfort reading and there's NOTHING better than Liz Fielding)

Yesterday morning was pretty grim. Coughing until you can't breathe, to the point of throwing up, is unpleasant - especially when someone has sandpapered your throat while you were asleep. So I moseyed off to the doctor's. (Actually, as DH was in a meeting, I took a taxi - no way was I fit to drive, with these coughing paroxysms, and I couldn't face an uphill-all-the-way 20-minute walk to the surgery. Not when I'd have to stop every few seconds to cough up icky stuff.)

Daughter had hissy fit that I wasn't up to taking her to school. Son: 'If you were ill, would Mum say, "No, I'm working, you have to go to school?" [imitates her having a hissy fit] No, she'd stay with you and look after you. So stop being so selfish.' (What a sweetheart. I couldn't have put it better myself, had I been able to string that many words together between coughing fits.)

Doctor took one look at me. 'You're really poorly.' Yup. Hurts to breathe because I've been coughing so much, and I can't handle this cough keeping me awake. (It's keeping the family awake, too.)

My larynx is pretty swollen and that apparently is what's causing the cough. So it's ibuprofen and steam three times a day to help that, and she thinks it's a severe virus (her words) that will sort itself out; however, if it's still the same tomorrow morning then I have to take antibiotics. (I slept better last night, probably from exhaustion, but as soon as I woke I started to cough... this really has to go before next weekend.)

Must stop feeling so sorry for myself. On the plus side, this must be good for my diet - I'm drinking loads of water (one small sip at a time), and all I'm eating is stuff that slides down my throat without hurting (aka plain yoghurt, home-made vegetable soup and low-fat macaroni cheese - and that's only because I have to eat something with the ibuprofen). Not to mention all that energy used in coughing; it feels as if I've done way too many sit-ups...