My latest portrait, should have been completed before Christmas but unfortunately, due to winter illnesses, was not completed until January
Thursday 26 February 2015
My latest Portrait
My latest portrait, should have been completed before Christmas but unfortunately, due to winter illnesses, was not completed until January
Flu
I used to think that flu was just a cold. People at work walking around with a runny nose and headaches telling people they had the flu, which was the only knowledge I had of this horrible illness. My parent never had the flu, in fact my mother only had one cold all the years I knew her. I never had the flu, just the usual bad cold every year. Then I had children and everything changed.
When the children were about 2 and 3 they came down with something that rendered them totally useless, in bed, high temperature, not eating, hot and cold at the same time, occasionally sick and aching in every part of their body. I then promptly caught this illness and was in bed for over a week!! My mother looked after us and never caught it surprisingly enough. She swore blind that it was eating potatoes that protected her form all these illnesses,
After my initial introduction to the flu, I regularly caught it every Christmas until I ended up with pneumonia and was then put on the flu jab list. Since moving to France I have not had the flu or the flu jab, possibly because we live in the middle of nowhere and the only passing traffic is a wild boar, deer and the odd tractor. I also realise now that all the people who are walking around telling everyone they have the flu are grossly misinformed because if they really did get a dose of flu they would know all about it and be unable to lift their heads off the pillow.
That said, I have just got over what can only be described as a flu like cold. Worst cold I have ever experienced with aching bones, shivers, headaches and feeling very under par, but I might add I could still get about. At the same time as being really poorly my father decided it was his time to have broken nights, making breakfast at 3am in the morning, walking about trying to find life and thinking we were talking at 4am in the morning and he was missing out. So there I was trying to sleep through the night after taking copious amounts of medicines and rubbing vicks on every surface of my body only to be woken up every night with a new adventure of whats Dad doing now. Even though I gave him the lecture of - if its dark outside it isn't time for you to get up or make breakfast, you should go back to bed - none of which worked. I ended up pleading with him to let me have one nights sleep unbroken as I was so ill and asked him to stay in bed if he wakes up, That night I did actually get a full nights sleep and felt a bit guilty that I had been so firm with him but he then told me that he had got up and had breakfast at 3am but had been very quiet and did go back to bed afterwards!! Then while I was trying to sleep unable to do anything my Dad would come in and say I've made you a coffee and it's getting cold and unless I got up and staggered into his room he would keep coming in and telling me. Even my protests that he might catch this cold were fruitless as his reply was that he was made a strong stuff.
My high energy dog was very good while I was ill he just sat in his bed sulking waiting for the fun to resume. Thankfully all better now and only managed to pass it on to my son who soldiered though and worked through it with the help of medicines.
So the next time someone walks in and says they have the flu, it's probably because they have never actually experienced real flu and have that pleasure to come. Life on the funny farm continues to be funny and we are waiting with baited breath for Spring to arrive.
When the children were about 2 and 3 they came down with something that rendered them totally useless, in bed, high temperature, not eating, hot and cold at the same time, occasionally sick and aching in every part of their body. I then promptly caught this illness and was in bed for over a week!! My mother looked after us and never caught it surprisingly enough. She swore blind that it was eating potatoes that protected her form all these illnesses,
After my initial introduction to the flu, I regularly caught it every Christmas until I ended up with pneumonia and was then put on the flu jab list. Since moving to France I have not had the flu or the flu jab, possibly because we live in the middle of nowhere and the only passing traffic is a wild boar, deer and the odd tractor. I also realise now that all the people who are walking around telling everyone they have the flu are grossly misinformed because if they really did get a dose of flu they would know all about it and be unable to lift their heads off the pillow.
That said, I have just got over what can only be described as a flu like cold. Worst cold I have ever experienced with aching bones, shivers, headaches and feeling very under par, but I might add I could still get about. At the same time as being really poorly my father decided it was his time to have broken nights, making breakfast at 3am in the morning, walking about trying to find life and thinking we were talking at 4am in the morning and he was missing out. So there I was trying to sleep through the night after taking copious amounts of medicines and rubbing vicks on every surface of my body only to be woken up every night with a new adventure of whats Dad doing now. Even though I gave him the lecture of - if its dark outside it isn't time for you to get up or make breakfast, you should go back to bed - none of which worked. I ended up pleading with him to let me have one nights sleep unbroken as I was so ill and asked him to stay in bed if he wakes up, That night I did actually get a full nights sleep and felt a bit guilty that I had been so firm with him but he then told me that he had got up and had breakfast at 3am but had been very quiet and did go back to bed afterwards!! Then while I was trying to sleep unable to do anything my Dad would come in and say I've made you a coffee and it's getting cold and unless I got up and staggered into his room he would keep coming in and telling me. Even my protests that he might catch this cold were fruitless as his reply was that he was made a strong stuff.
My high energy dog was very good while I was ill he just sat in his bed sulking waiting for the fun to resume. Thankfully all better now and only managed to pass it on to my son who soldiered though and worked through it with the help of medicines.
So the next time someone walks in and says they have the flu, it's probably because they have never actually experienced real flu and have that pleasure to come. Life on the funny farm continues to be funny and we are waiting with baited breath for Spring to arrive.
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