In Sickness And Ill Health

I am a grown-ass woman, I have raised children, eyebrows and hell.

But now, I have a cold and currently I want a blanket, my mum and to be told it will all be ok.

Why is it that a cold, something we sneer about, say, "Oh it's only a cold" and try to work through, can be SO misery inducing.

I am feeling PRETTY DAMN SORRY FOR MYSELF right now, I am consoling myself with episodes of Z Nation and currently identifying with the Zombies HARD right now.


Slow stumbling steps, slurred speech and dead, but just doesn't know it?

Yep. Tis me. The undead.


Although I have brushed my teeth now, so that helps.


I am NOT a good sick person, I don't really get sick. Since moving to Leeds I have found that I never get colds or feel ill, it must be the less toxic environment up here, but that means that when I am poorly. I FEEL LIKE CRAP.


I can't even pretend to be strong. I want my head stroked, to be put to bed and told I'm a strong girl. (and if there is any chocolate going as a reward.......) Hell, right about now, I want a sticker.

Do you FEEL ME?


Am I the only one who feels like they revert to childhood when they get a cold? I want hot Ribena, like my mum used to make.


Tell me I'm brave.