Coming to you live with a hot water bottle shoved down my top, it has been quite the week of sickness ’round these parts. Only me, of course, everyone else seems mighty jolly and suffering merely from a runny nose. I, on the other hand, have been knocked for a six like only the best sleep-deprived, run-down mum can.
It’s been a week of my cold + flu tonic, endless shots of olive leaf extract, a couple expired cold and flu tablets (whoops), Ferr Phos + First Aid tissue salts, B vitamins, C vitamins, hot water bottles, entire boxes of tissues in my bag when I’m forced to leave the house, and 90 minutes under the hands, rocks and needles of the glorious Keri Krieger (remember her from that time I went to Gwinganna?). It’s not been pretty. Well, Keri was pretty, but you know what I mean.
I’m terrified to peek into my email inbox, my laundry has been on the line for three days, and I can barely speak above a whisper. It’s been dire, I tell you. DIRE.
But lest you think I had fallen off the face of the earth (or died from SPIDERGATE), I thought I’d pop in and let you know that I was still around. Barely. I’m eating all the comfort food y’all have recommended, and I’m on the hunt for oregano oil. I also never want to get out of bed again.