This is how I look with bronchitis:
Actually, I don't think the picture shows quite how miserable and washed out I was, and possibly the reflection from the disgusting-but-warm orange jumper is giving the impression of colour in my face when in fact there was none.
Somehow I got bronchitis because the Cherub had viral croup. I don't quite know how these things work but I do know I was much harder hit. I don't think I've ever felt so sick. Whilst we are both now on the mend, the Cherub and I are still very croaky - he sounds adorable, and breaks our hearts when he gets high-pitched and squeaky over the occasional brotherly disagreement.
Relief came for me in the form of some more powerful painkillers - plain old paracetamol was not helping in the slightest, the first time that's ever happened- and some antibiotics. Only now it turns out I have developed an allergy to penicillin and need to take the large red welts on my neck for a walk to the chemist to get my replacement prescription.
Not the best start to school holidays. Luckily, the boys have been self-managing extremely well, Fixit has leapt to the fore with meal management, and the lovely Miss Kaye took on the Monday night Beginner Tap Classes for me. See? There's always a silver lining.
slow stitching reflections
9 hours ago