Snivelling, Snarfling, Sorry Little Mess.

When yon skittery elusive microscopic bug bites, one succumbs. A bug that flies from hand to hand, hug to hug, kiss to kiss, public toilet seat handle to careless hand.

I am so cautious about picking up bugs. As usually they translate into "Brownkitis" as my blog friend Grannymar calls it. Bronchitis to the uninitiated. And me and Brownkitis have had a long and turbulent relationship and he refuses to divorce me. Far too fond of my body he is.

So here I am a bit of a mess, with last year's leftover cold relief in my achey body and my dog wondering why we hop from bed to desk to sofa like some drunken two year old.

The joints ping, the lungs sound like they could use a good turn in the tumble dryer. Ah, but the stomach holds up. Good ol' tums. Cast iron, as my mother would say.

And why am I posting all this?

Well as Friko commented yesterday:

Wouldn't it be sad if we couldn't let off steam here, in the company of the like-minded?

Is anybody listening to us otherwise? No, not likely.

Blame Friko.

Streaks of gold on a dreary day

You need to know: the drear is all me. I have been diagnosed with chronic bronchitis. I had struggled with breathing, coughing incessantly and feeling completely discombobulated in the past week and finally went to the place of last resort - for me, the doctor's, yesterday. I should clarify: I haven't smoked in over 20 years.

She said to me: you have the lungs of a 2 pack-a-day woman at the moment. Is this karma, I ask her. No, she said, but a chronic infection built up over a series of bad colds that you neglected?

I'm not the type to run to the doctor with colds, I would feel whiney and whingey and downright hypochondriacky. I say this to her. More fool you, was the crisp response, now look at you!

So I'm on a course of medication and cancelled a lot of appointments to get some rest (Why do I think bed rest is for sissies? Why?)

Then I get all chuffed up to find my short story of a week ago is up at The Elder Story Telling Place

This plus my piece on the innocence of girl children being stolen being up at Shakesville a week ago has cheered me up immeasurably.