“Like everybody else, when I don’t know what else to do, I seem to go in for catching colds.”
~ George Jean Nathan
Today I was hoping to tell entertaining tales of good times had by the campfire this weekend, however Mother Nature (and her germs) had other ideas.
I woke on Friday with a bit of a sore throat and by lunchtime I’d also developed a mild headache. When I overheard two colleagues talking about being sick and how it had all started with a sore throat, all I could think was, “Excellent, this is going to be a great weekend.”
That afternoon I arrived home and told my host-mum I was worried I was cultivating a cold. Sure enough on Saturday morning I woke up horribly congested and feeling absolutely miserable. I spent all day in bed.
Worst of all, I missed out on the camping trip. Something I’d really been looking forward to. And with modern technology, you can now watch a live feed of Facebook status updates and Instagram photos of all the fun you’re not having.
I know it’s probably hard for you to feel too sorry for me, I am overseas having the time of my life after all, but being sick away from home is no fun. It’s the one time I actually feel a little homesick. I start daydreaming about my own bed, my snuggly doona and my comfy blue triangle pillow.
It’s 27 degrees today, so the fact I’m longing for my doona gives you an indication of just how unwell I am!
Sunday passed by in dozy blur, and I’ve had today off work too. I’m starting to feel a little perkier this afternoon, so I think I’ll try and make it into the office tomorrow.
My host-mum is a doctor, so it’s comforting to know that if my little lurgy turned into something more serious, I’ve got help immediately to hand. She’s been very sweet by checking in on me regularly and bringing me home food.
So I guess I can’t feel too sorry for myself. It’s only a cold and I am being well looked after.
But sympathy is always welcome, so feel free to leave a sympathetic, ‘there, there’ comment to help cheer up this impatient patient.
Honduran hiatus 
No photo of a pile of soggy tissues? Get well Em. Yes, I feel sorry for you. Poor didums! Better than food poisoning, but you know that as well. Hope it’s all better in the morning.
Eww. No, no photos. Slowly recovering, but still not 100%. *sigh*
Trying to tune my itsy bitsy teeny weeny violin, and failing sorry.
Sympathetic comments, not sarcastic comments, were requested. 😛