I am now getting over what was either a millions bouts of mini-colds or one REALLY long one.
Anyhoo this one really did a number on the old bod. And quite literally rendered me senseless.
Firstly, my sinuses were so clogged and backed up that I honestly was convinced that I may never again enjoy smelling my supper. Or my really expensive Dolce & Gabanna perfume. I must say I would've been more shattered over the perfume actually.
I am also just getting over the loss of hearing. Because of the pressure in my noggin, my ears got blocked with fluid - the left one is still not playing nice yet! - and I couldn't really hear much. The hearing loss just had to coincide with Sissa's 30th birthday weekend and a mega gathering which, while charming, brought me to a social impasse. Because I was temporarily deafened I kept asking people to repeat themselves. The "pardon me?" and "excuse me's?" were beginning to wear on peoples nerves. I could tell. I also have a keen sense that my Father Darling thought I was scuppered! Looking back I think I mustv'e looked sozzled too!
This also added to strain between His Majesty and I. You see I normally maintain that he suffers from selective deafness, a terrible male disorder. But when I kept asking him to repeat himself I could tell he was loving this shoe-on-the-other-foot skit. All at my expense I add!
Another funny thing happened during all of the fluid and mucous and such-like wonderful side effects. I lost my sense of taste. This was new. It also had to happen on the day when I made a super-duper coffee mousse. The entire time I was eating it I kept repeating to myself that this must taste like chocolate surely. My tea tasted like boiled water without the trimmings! And His Majesty was pushing me to test the scientific research that suggests when you can't smell anything you can't taste it either. Well, luckily I stuck to my guns and the onions got a reprieve. But even I was tempted.......just to try!
All of this sensory deprivation also needed to take place on a day when it was so bone-achingly cold that I couldn't feel my fingers or feet. Just my luck! So bye bye touch!
It was also the week I lost my precious specs. So I was blinded, to a certain degree too.
And His Majesty being a real boy wanted to try the funky monkey with me in this state! I did a double take?!?!? Like, I can't believe you want to play the nookie card when I'm feeling like death with legs! He maintained that a good bout of exercise would exorcise the virus from my system. What is it about men who can rationalise just about ANY daft and would be catastrophic situation as a reason for horizontal experimentation. I am neither going to confirm or deny whether the act took place. We can talk about that one a whole 'nother day.
Tally - no smell, no taste, no proper vision, no hearing and practically no touch - although thank heavens that was just temporary!
I have consumed enough ginger to make Asia blush. Gone through what seems like zillions of homeopathic "pilluiles" and enough triple ply tissues to keep the Carlton/Twinsaver company in the black for a very long time.
Tick tock 'til the next infection. I am trying to be a good girl and eat my vegetables but some days the wheels come off and I know I am going to get sick anyway!
I am much better now. I am doing research on music therapy. I have found that a mix of Alice In Chains and the Muse seemed to make me feel a whole load better. Now I just need to compile a hit list for tummy bugs and I'm set.
