The fog is lifting now and I am glad, the last week has seen me pouring a full cup of milk whilst attempting to make a warming cup of tea, putting words into sentences that make no real sense and generally feeling negative about anything that crosses my mind.
I have felt the wrath of flu, despite utter denial for the first few days. The initial dry tickling throat, the underlying sense of unease and the reoccurring thought that all is not well with this vessel.
Each morning brings a new set of symptoms for me to groan about, my head feels like its filled with lead weights that smash against the side of my skull whenever I get up too quickly, my joints ache randomly when I am sitting down as if to remind me not to get too comfortable and I walk around the house like zombie with no real purpose or destination what so ever.
Outside a relentless storm is bearing down on our tiny old village, a full weeks worth of heavy grey skies and horizontal rain batters the house from all sides. 80mph gusts of wind creates a small swell at the bottom of my toilet which baffles me and the poor old house creeks and groans, just like me.
I can’t work, I am no good to anyone like this, but that doesn’t stop me trying, and failing miserably at every task, so I admit defeat and I turn to consumption, I eat even though my taste buds have deserted me and my mouth is dry and sore. That awful taste, the stiffness of my jaw, even my gums hurt. Only the sour, sharp tang of my self medicating brew can save me now, consisting of half a lemon squeezed, honey and a pinch of cinnamon and turmeric swimming in hot water that chaps the lips and tightens the cheeks as it goes down, but it works to relieve the dull ache and fever which has washed over me this week.
Finally, I rise this morning with the dawn of a new day, along with a welcomed break in the weather. The clouds have parted as my head has cleared. Fever has released its grip on me and the sun rises once again like an old friend returning from their travels. My head feels lighter, no more lead. The morning routine is far friendlier than it has seemed this past week, thoughts and ideas no longer seem impossible and I can hold a decent conversation once more, It seems like things are on the turn and this cup of tea tastes amazing.