In sickness and in health

I'm writing this from my sick bed, purely because I'm bored out of my tree, and can feel the sudden onset of cabin fever looming. I feel I need to communciate with the outside world before I start knawing my own arm or something, whatever crazy people locked in rooms do.

Not that I'm locked in a room specifically.

I do not cope well with being ill, and as much as I love my sleep, the sudden need to drop off every five seconds has become, well, a bit tiring as it happens. I know this is how the body heals, but my god, how boring?!

So I'm incapacitated, with little else to do but stare at Facebook, fall asleep, read, fall asleep, try and write, decide it's crap, sleep, shiver, sleep, have veeeerrry random webcam conversations, sleep, and oh yeah, sleep some more, with a further bit of shivering thrown in for good measure.

All in all, it's been a pretty uneventful few days.

I've also decided that I definitely couldn't work from home all the time, I'd be far too easily distracted, what with crap daytime TV, the lure of Dairy Milk in the fridge (even though right now, I seriously couldn't stomach it - I must be ill), and the temptation of online shopping. That's pretty much what I've been doing, but instead of actually shopping, I've found I get the same hit from browsing, adding stuff to my cart, and then clicking off it and deciding I don't need it. Cheaper and hits the same spot.

Win-win all round.

I tried to write a bit of my book, but I think I've lost my way a bit, in fact to be honest, I think my way with that book's got up and done a runner, because can I hell as like start writing it again in the same way. I tried, I wrote a whole paragraph, read it back and thought 'nah', deleted it and went back to browsing Top Shop's website.

I've been watching the Olympics though, so at least I've done something constructive - been patriotic. I got quite excited when Jess Ennis won gold. She's a local girl and all that, it's the contract to get marginally excited. Well, I tried, then my headache won over and I fell asleep again.

I hope I haven't caught some rare tropical disease, I mean I've not been anywhere particularly tropical lately, other than Sheffield but I don't think you could really count that as a malaria hotspot .... well, unless you count Manor Top, but I seriously doubt it'd be classed as tropical either. Delayed Turkish reaction? Who knows, maybe this is a reaction to coming home and it should be prescribed for me to go back sharpish - for the good of my health of course. I might try that one out, see how far it gets me .... probably as far as the doctors and back again, and no further.

Being bed-ridden does have its advantages though, other than no need for make up or extreme hair styling - plenty of time for day-dreaming, one of my favourite pastimes. I have been indulging in past memories (not always so great for me), and future hopefuls, which pretty much consist of happy, happy days. It's a bit like cosmic ordering, and I'm hoping it works along the same lines, worth a try anyway.

So now I will go back to my sick bed, sniffle, sniffle, cough, cough, before I fall asleep again .....

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Bored.com

I'll warn you in advance, this is probably going to be a bit of a random update, because nothing of any interest has happened this week. At all. Well, nothing you'd be interested in anyway, unless you're really that sad, and you're thrilled by the news that our local Chinese has re-opened after a four week shutdown. That's literally all I have been excited about this week. In fact, it's so boring, I can't even find a picture to symbolise it.

I've spent most of the week staring at my finances and thinking 'arrrrgh!' Don't you just love the last two weeks before payday?! What is concerning me slightly is that it's well under two months before my jollies begin, which in my world is two paydays. Does Nicky have any spending money saved up? Does she hell. Does she have many nice dresses to wear on this holiday? Hell yeah. Hmm, I think my priorities might be a little screwed up, but hey, it's not like I really need to do anything important, like, erm, eat is it?! ..... Think I need to step away from the shops, block eBay and start thinking how I'm going to fund two and a half weeks of basic survival. So I'm not dubbing it spending money, I'm dubbing it 'Efes money', because for some reason that makes me want to save so much more!

The writing's still going well, I think it's been good for me in a lot of ways actually, it's made me realise that the world is a lot bigger than Turkey. At the moment I'm thinking that the second hol of the year might be to somewhere other than the usual easternly direction, but I know that after my first visit of the year, I'll be straight onto Travel Republic for a flight back. But hey, I guess there's worse things to be addicted to. I guess we shall see.

I'll be honest, I'm really struggling for interesting things to tell you, I've had officially the most boring week, ever. Even the stalker's given up. Thankfully I've had no more requests to partake in tantric massage, and literally all I've done all week is work, write and read. I haven't even zumba'd, although I'm soooo getting back on that horse next week, a girl needs a shimmy every now and then, especially considering the diet I was "supposed" to be started on Monday literally lasted for one day and then went a bit AWOL by Tuesday morning.

I dieted pretty constantly for about two years a few years ago, and I lost a lot of weight (4 and a half stones if you're interested, yay me!) and I was so focused, literally caned it with the aerobics classes, even though my motivation might have been a bit questionable and more to do with the intructor at the time than the exercise. But now, fastforward and I find it literally impossible to diet, or at least stick to points/cutdown, whatever you want to call it, for more than a day! Day 2, and it's like I'm starving and need to make up for the day before. I think that might be defeating the object a little. So today I'm trying my best, because I looked at the calendar the other day and realised how little time it is before I have to unleash the belly in a bikini. Work needs to be done, let me tell you. I thought I'd done with my times of having to sit and literally focus on the wall so as not to raid the biscuit tin, or chew my arm off in night-time hunger, I had years of it, when will it ever end?! 

Answer to that probably is, it never does. I sometimes wish food didn't taste so nice.

Anyway, I'm going to go and do some writing of my book now, the one I haven't touched for weeks and weeks. Hopefully by next week I'll have something actually interesting to write about, and won't have to pad it out with random crap that I'm sure nobody's that interested in reading about. I do apologise, I will try and find adventure for next week, I promise ......