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My cold has moved on at last. From my head to my chest. How very adventurous. My lungs do not sound good and my appetite appears to have run away to join the circus... or something.

So. I won't be doing anything fun this week. I still haven't been to the fucking cinema so I can't bounce with

glammetalkitten over Narnia, couldn't go out on Monday to see Tracy--I feel really bad about that 'cause the funeral's on Friday, but whenever I think about calling her it's invariably too late, and when's a good time to call someone with three kids anyway?--and I won't be baby-sitting my niece on Friday either as I'd feel rotten if she got this bug when she's teething. Heck, I'd feel bad about it at any time. I still want sleepy baby-cuddles, though.

Oh, and I have to go to bed now, so that I can be out of the house for 7:15 am, so that I can be absolutely certain to make it into the hospital tomorrow morning in the face of rain, inept drivers, and the vagrancies of Bristol's buses. Of course, the buses will then be on time and I'll wind up an hour early for the appointment.

I'm a bundle of bright, shiny joy tonight, eh?

P.S. Didn't make it to the post office on Monday. The few Christmas cards I'm sending will therefore be v.late. On the plus side, the long transit through the postal system should kill off any germs from me. Yay.

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and my appetite appears to have run away to join the circus...

Well there's a tiny silver lining to that dark cloud, then. At least you won't be voraciously craving all sorts of decadent food for another day or three. (Hopefully no longer than three, certainly!)

Meanwhile, here's some virtual tea: [pretend there's virtual tea here].

Good luck at the hospital tomorrow.

*hugs*

Thanks!

The drawback to not eating much, is a distinct lack of energy. I crashed half-way around the bookshop this morning. After some Lucozade and some food I didn't especially fancy, I'm fine. Still can't be bothered with thoughts of dinner though.

*approaches carefully* *pets*

I really hope you'll feel better. And good luck for the hosiptal indeed.

Thanks! I've had a few wobbly moments today for sure, but the eye appointment went well :)

I hope it's not too cold. I'm just beginning to get over a touch of bronchitis and everytime I have to go outside, I cough a lung up. Hope you feel better very, very soon.

It was actually quite warm outside--or, I was running a fever. I've been more jelly-legged than coughy today; not sure which is worse, really....

I hope you're feeling better today, too.

[tea is brewed and passed over]

Peppermint. Clears up the chest. Should, anyway.

Thanks, Rick! If it doesn't clear it, at least I'll smell nice :)

LOL. True.

My cough is still very much in full swing, even after two weeks, so I feel your pain.

I have every confidence you'll eventually make it to see Narnia! And also 'Brokeback Mountain' :D I finally found someone to go and see it with me: my friend Alex. The slash writer and the gay guy are both extremely excited!

I'm thinking about attempting going on Saturday morning. I'll let you know if I make it there :)

And yay for Alex! Do let me know what he thinks of it!

That doesn't sound good, Ang. Take care and get better.

*pets gently*

*hands over a hot water-humidifier filled with eucalyptus oil*

*hands over a large hot toddy*