I am one day of putting a red x on the door to warn of plague. Yes a little melodramatic, but this virus just won't go away, no sooner does one person have a good day than the other two go either backwards or develop a new symptom.
Hubby bless him felt a little better to be able to nip out for the Sunday papers, as mum and I lay sickening in our beds, but yesterday it was the other way round. It doesn't matter what we do, or sleep or eat this dam thing is going round and round in circles. The GP who saw hubby on Friday said there was little could but paracetamol and rest,although he was a little concerned with the temperatures, hubby was reading 100 on Friday. His parting remark was if we weren't any better we should return tomorrow, especially me who has had it on and of since the week before Christmas.
It has made for a rather subdued Christmas for us all, highlighting the facts that Christmas TV sucks, board games are lost on the sick and we haven't even touched half the food we bought for Christmas. There is an untouched baileys dessert in the freezer along with a joint of beef. There are crackers in their box and the tree is still laden with chocolate. Such happening are a rarity in our house especially as we have an American in our midst.
At the moment we are tossing coins to bet who is capable to cook the new years dinner, I am betting it will be me, as poor mum has really taken a down turn, if that's the case some one else is defiantly cooking the 12th night dinner as I will have done all the meals prior. In the mean time though anyone got cure for endless coughing, noses that would provide Rudolf with competition and chills that wouldn't be out of place in the north pole, but run in direct contrast to the fevers with desert like throats.
As for the cross on the door, well for now the garland will have to do as I haven't the energy to go and change it.
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