Season's greetings to you all! And hope that Rupert and all in the North are getting by.
I've not been at all well over the past few days. This morning I woke up all upset, because I felt like I was getting better yesterday, but this morning I patently was not. (Don't waste too much sympathy. It's only a ridiculously bad cold.)
As the day's gone by, I've felt progressively better. Which now leads me to a huge dilemma.
You see, the reason any of this matters is that it's Christmas Eve. This is the day traditionally when all my extended family get together, in a house hopping fiesta of food and alcohol (except whichever poor person is driving...).
- Option one: Miss out on my family's annual shindig, and all the other festive cheer, by staying home alone.
- Option two: Go and risk infecting MY ENTIRE FAMILY with whatever bug I've got.
In consultation with a higher authority (41 is never too old to be Mummy's little girl in situations like this), she decided that I looked well enough to go. With a pass from my mother finally deciding matters, I promptly got changed. While I was doing that, Mum made me my favourite breakfast and I got all teary over it.
About five minutes later, I threw the whole thing back up again.
Back to option one... maybe. Because ironically throwing up has made me feel better than I have in days!
Hopefully I'll definitely be better by tomorrow, as that's when we have our Christmas meal down my brother's house with all my nuclear family.