January

Turns out, I wasn't on the mend. I may be now. Maybe.

Here is my lament on the month of January, which is the peak of my literary achievement this month.

Oh January! January!
Thou art a month of poo!
Oh how I yearn for February
When January is through!
You always start with such high hopes
Never to fulfill!
And I am left here, rather dopey
In agony and ill!

Laments have to have lots of exclamation remarks in them! Fortunately, my pain meds are still working very well, so agony is one thing I've had thankfully little of, except on that one day I forgot a pill. Modified Release means that you don't hurt at the point you're supposed to take them, not until a few hours later, at which point, when you take the tablet, it'll take another few hours before they'll begin to kick in.

Fingers crossed I shall be writing something interesting soon (it's about the third time I've said that, I realise), but no promises.

Tell me now how do I feel

Well that was some cold. It wasn't the flu or anything like that, but it didn't half drag its heels. I'm still coughing a bit, but did manage to leave the house for the first time since Christmas yesterday and am generally coming back to life. I should post something worth reading at some point this week, I'm sure.

Today is supposed to be the most depressing day of the year, whatever that means, and thus I guess this song is in everybody's head by now.

Recovery in Progress

So I was taking a while to get over Christmas and then I got a cold. The worst has passed but I'm still knackered and thought I should explain my silence in case anyone thought I had been gone up with a New Years firework.

Also, can I just point out that a cold spell brought about by an Arctic wind does not make for Arctic temperatures, as we are widely reported to be experiencing? It has to be said. It may be parky out, but it's about 4 degrees C here just now. It's currently -43 C at the North Pole.