But I can finally see a pinpoint of light at the end of the tunnel ... the fog has lifted a little ... and I have begun to feel a bit better.
Not let's go out for a night on the tiles better ... not let's go run a marathon and finish it with a spin class better ... not even let's go up to the supermarket and get some milk better ... just an itsy bitsy teeny weeny bit better.
This morning I felt more like my usual self ... well my usual self with a head full of cotton wool and a bark that has Buster running around looking for the dog intruder and the most severe case of bedhead you ever could imagine.
|Not my actual bedhead ... this bedhead is much cuter!|
But I found something that could have me running ... crying ... straight back to my sick bed.
As the fog lifted ... for the first time in days ... I took a good look at my surroundings.
I did not like what I saw.
I can truthfully report .... because the evidence is staring me in the face ... that while I was off the radar the world inside my house fell apart.
Not a floor has been swept ... not a pair of undies has been laundered ... not a bench has been wiped ... not a dish had been washed ... not a bill has been paid ... not a single thing has been tidied or straightened or put away.
I have awoken from my coma to find myself living in a dump.
If I ever had a question as to how everyone would cope if I upped and left for a while ... I think I have the answer ... and it's not encouraging.
The entire place would descend into a dirty, disorganised, unwashed, unkempt chaos.
If I had the energy I'd fix it ... I don't ... but if I conserve all my reserves till this afternoon when everyone else gets home ... I might just find enough to crack the whip and get them all off their butts and turning this place back into something that might actually be fit for human habitation!