for the past week I’ve been knocked off my feet with a dose of the manflu. I haven’t been able to eat properly, sleep properly, most nights I would sleep on the sofa so that I didn’t disturb my partner with my endless coughing and sneezing. This is the first time in seven days I’ve actually been at my laptop to actually write anything.To say I felt like s**t would be a huge understatement.
Today though, after spending a full night of restful sleep in bed I woke to feel, better. I’m still recovering, the cough is still there as is all the mucus that accompanies such an event, but I actually feel better. I found myself thinking of plot details on my new story, which had completely stymied me whilst I was ill, unfolding in my mind as I lay in bed. This morning I got up to write and not because I couldn’t sleep which has to be an improvement, don’t you think?
I’m so glad I’m on the mend, it’s hell when you’re ill and I have the utmost respect for those whose battle illness or disability on a daily basis, their strength of character is nothing if not epic. I’ve only had to battle a dose of the manflu, I have no idea how I’d manage with anything more serious.
Anyway, that’s all for now, just wanted to say Hi,
see you soon,