Ugh

I am miserable. My throat hurts, my nose is streaming, I keep coughing, my glands are swollen, and my limbs feel tired and sore. In short, I have a cold. A bad cold. If I were a man I would be in hospital.

I do not have time to have a cold. I have an assignment that must be written by Wednesday, and I have lessons that must be planned by Monday. But my brain feels like it's filled with cottonwool and I ache too much to sit at my desk. Walking Sophie to gymnastics this morning was a mistake; it made me feel so grim that I went to bed as soon as I walked back through the door.

Ugh.

What a waste of a weekend!

(Why yes, it is true that I don't cope well with illness! How did you you guess?)