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[freckles_and_doubt]

Bleah. Have some sort of Bug O'Doom. I fell into bed last night after a pleasingly strenuous evening conducting our traditional Boxing Day braai (20 people plus a thundering herd of 5 small girl-children - happy image of the evening, Evil Landlord being enthusiastically embraced around the knees by Alexandra, aged 2). Then I lay awake for hours in the more or less foetal position while my head pounded and great waves of nausea ran up and down my hapless form. (No, not the booze: I never get to drink much while I'm hosting, owing to the mad frantic. Which, I hasten to add, I rather enjoy. Also, my yearbook photo should be captioned Most Likely To Lose Her Gin At Parties).

This morning isn't much better - nausea still present, can't eat, head pounds, feeling shivery despite balmy day. Evil Landlord laughing at me a lot, but on the upside he did finish the washing up, which I stopped doing owing to the way my head fell off every time I bent over to put things into the dishwasher. Also, have been crashed on my bed for the last hour and a half, where I was unexpectedly joined by the Hobbit, who doesn't usually do beds. Odd cat: can't work out if he senses I'm ill and is trying to help, or if he senses my weakness and is waiting for me to pass out so he can gnaw on me.

Quite the most irritating part of having a recurring sinus problem is the fact that if you're feeling too sick to eat, you can't eat anything which means you can't really take anti-inflammatories for the sinus headache without them making you feel sick. Sicker. Whatever. This circle vicious, do not prod with sticks. Have managed an Advil after half a slice of dry toast, so the pain is receding a tad.

Am going back to bed now. Hope your day is better than mine.

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[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

It is a truth universally acknowledged that the cat will arrange the universe so they always get fed. I'm just a bit weirded because some strange previous owner seems to have trained him out of bed-sleeping behaviour: if he wants company during the night he'll come and sleep on the floor next to me or Eckie's bed. I find this sad. A cat on your feet at night is one of life's innocent joys, and is good for keeping things that go bump at bay.