I am broken.
Almost completely broken.
How do I know?
Well, I have evidence. Firstly I have dropsy. You know, the kind where you drop things constantly? It is a real illness. Is is is. So far today there has been milk, yogurt, car keys, mobile, bag, and contents of bag all over the floor, as well as a run away shopping trolley that decided to make a dash for the zebra crossing while I was busy rescuing the contents of my bag.
Secondly I have nasal seepage. I have had to sleep with my head on a thick wad of kitchen roll as one nostril seems to be almost constantly flowing as soon as I lie down. Part of me is wondering whether some other worldly being has encompassed my noggin within their drainage system as the stuff coming out is just watery and odd. Perhaps when my head hits the pillow they begin their wash cycle.
Another part of me just thinks that’s silly.
Thirdly my head is all hurty and I seem to have gone slightly deaf. It’s a bit of a problem as Miss E had to shout me really very loudly last night when she was too scared to get out of bed to tell me that she was too scared to get out of bed. (Having watched spooky angels in Doctor Who at Daddy’s over the weekend.)
Fourthly I have a very tickley throat that is so tickley Roger Hargreaves is planning on writing a book about it called Little Miss Tickley Throat. (Actually his son might write it, unless they have pens in heaven. Or that new company that bought the rights to Mr Men might write it. I haven’t worked out the finer details yet.)
Fifthly (fifth??)) I now have the trots.
I’m wondering if I swatted somebody special’s favourite mosquito this weekend or something, because the result is a kind of gross karma that only somebody who has a pet mosquito (yuck) would bestow on somebody else.
So I have not blogged, as I am broken.
I would post a pic, but it might prevent others from attending Hadrian’s Walk - where I’ll be walking 84 miles across the UK to raise funds in memory of Little Joseph Salmon, and for other parents and families who lose a child (see Just Giving Page above ,and more news coming soon) - for fear of…, well just for FEAR really.
So this is not a post, but an explanation of why there isn’t a post.
There isn’t a post because I am broken.
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April 26th, 2010 at 4:11 am
And this isn’t a comment to say I hope your body becomes unbroken soon.
April 26th, 2010 at 4:22 am
If you die can I have your xbox?
April 26th, 2010 at 4:35 am
Sending magic fix you vibes . . .
April 26th, 2010 at 4:53 am
I permantly have dropsey, but I am not sure I class it as an illness!
April 26th, 2010 at 5:38 am
I am broken too – and I have linked to your blogpost in my last one “Cough, Cough, Splutter, splutter!!”
April 26th, 2010 at 6:19 am
I hope you get un-broken soon.
Good luck with the walk.
xjo
April 26th, 2010 at 11:29 am
Awww, Jo – hope you feel better ASAP!!
April 26th, 2010 at 12:17 pm
I was broken, but am fixed now. Well, selotaped back together in that way where things dont quite match up properly anymore. hope you get fixed soon too. i could loan you my selotape xx
April 27th, 2010 at 10:25 am
oh dear, jo…….you really are having a time, aren’t you? hugs!
sorry I’ve been MIA. been so busy. think of you often though…at least once a day. ♥
April 27th, 2010 at 12:11 pm
wow you are in the wars! Hope you feel better soon and good luck with the walk!
April 27th, 2010 at 1:31 pm
Hope you feel better soon!
April 27th, 2010 at 1:55 pm
I have a dead right arm due to trapped nerve in neck. And I don’t seem to have time to go to the doc. Yikes.
Feel better soon.
April 27th, 2010 at 3:09 pm
So sorry to hear all these symptoms in one person, at the same time, tell the universe you are sorry about that mosquito x
April 27th, 2010 at 3:26 pm
I hope you get fixed very soon. Take care. X
April 28th, 2010 at 12:46 pm
Oh no, and it’s taken me so long to get here that you’re probably gone now. It was so lovely reading your blog.
Ah, it’s ok, I’ve just seen the “next entries” at the bottom. Must mean you’ve been fixed. Phew.