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'Twas the night before Christmas... & all through the house
Not a creature was stirring...
Except, very likely - me. If last night was anything to go by, I'm not going to get much sleep while this Summer cold is pillaging my throat. Last night, we went to bed around 10.30pm & I laid on one side & coughed. Then I laid on the other side... & coughed. Then I rolled onto my back... & coughed. Numerous trips to the kitchen for cough syrup, aspirin, soy milk, cough lollies - repeat until 2.30am, when I broke the cycle by going out to the lounge, settling into my comfy chair with a light blanket... coughed left, coughed right, coughed back & front... until 4.45am, when I returned to bed as pre-dawn broke (through) the windows, coughed some more, then must have fallen asleep for an hour or so, then gave up & got up around 6.15am & had a strong, black coffee
At which point, I stopped coughing
So tonight, the choice is between coffee, no coughing & no sleep... or no coffee, coughing & no sleep
Went to work today, mostly because I had to, certainly not because I wanted to... & made the mistake of wearing a white shirt. Mistake, because my nose started bleeding - again, because of the cold & I looked like I'd been punched in the face. Fortunately I was able to leave early - probably because I looked like a trauma victim - came home & didn't manage to change out of the white shirt before my nose started again. Christmas Day is Washing Day... is everybody happy? You bet your life we are...
Actually, Christmas Day is family day & promises to be... interesting. Gone are the days of the large Clan Gathering in the 70s, 80s & 90s... As the old guard have died off & the Clan has spread around the country, it's rare to have more than 6 of us in a room at any given time, including birthdays, funerals, Christmas &... really, there's nothing else. The family that gathers in Sydney, on these occasions, is best described as dysfunctional & worst described as a neurotic, self-obsessed, decrepit bunch of @#$%s... L-SP & myself excepted, of course
Ah well... let's see what happens. With any luck, I'll pass on my cold to one of them - which, as everyone knows, is the only way to get better
Not a creature was stirring...
Except, very likely - me. If last night was anything to go by, I'm not going to get much sleep while this Summer cold is pillaging my throat. Last night, we went to bed around 10.30pm & I laid on one side & coughed. Then I laid on the other side... & coughed. Then I rolled onto my back... & coughed. Numerous trips to the kitchen for cough syrup, aspirin, soy milk, cough lollies - repeat until 2.30am, when I broke the cycle by going out to the lounge, settling into my comfy chair with a light blanket... coughed left, coughed right, coughed back & front... until 4.45am, when I returned to bed as pre-dawn broke (through) the windows, coughed some more, then must have fallen asleep for an hour or so, then gave up & got up around 6.15am & had a strong, black coffee
At which point, I stopped coughing
So tonight, the choice is between coffee, no coughing & no sleep... or no coffee, coughing & no sleep
Went to work today, mostly because I had to, certainly not because I wanted to... & made the mistake of wearing a white shirt. Mistake, because my nose started bleeding - again, because of the cold & I looked like I'd been punched in the face. Fortunately I was able to leave early - probably because I looked like a trauma victim - came home & didn't manage to change out of the white shirt before my nose started again. Christmas Day is Washing Day... is everybody happy? You bet your life we are...
Actually, Christmas Day is family day & promises to be... interesting. Gone are the days of the large Clan Gathering in the 70s, 80s & 90s... As the old guard have died off & the Clan has spread around the country, it's rare to have more than 6 of us in a room at any given time, including birthdays, funerals, Christmas &... really, there's nothing else. The family that gathers in Sydney, on these occasions, is best described as dysfunctional & worst described as a neurotic, self-obsessed, decrepit bunch of @#$%s... L-SP & myself excepted, of course
Ah well... let's see what happens. With any luck, I'll pass on my cold to one of them - which, as everyone knows, is the only way to get better
