Doing It Rong
Feb. 15th, 2010 05:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI made a Snuggly New Bedde!! in the nice warm living room, and having made my bed, I lay in it.
So of course the boys came over, and took turns lying on me: for it has been known since TiemImmumm Immimmor for a Very Long Time that the Laying On of Catte makes people feel better, oh yes.
But alas, I am Verie Stupidde. I kept Moaning and Groaning and Shifting About; and every time I sat up I was sick, which was just Narsty. So both cats abandoned me, to lie in front of the fire instedde.
Then they got Earlie Tea, which is always good. It had taken me fifteen minutes, literally, to get from the living room to the kitchen: five minutes to get to my feet; five minutes to sit on the stairs, because I couldn't wobble any further; five minutes more to get through the dining room. I think I am quite ill, actually.
I was actually going to the kitchen to make white tea, see if that would stay down (it being all full of antioxidants, which I do not know what these things may be but understand them to be good for one); and I gave the cats their tea while I was out there, for fear of having to do it all again in an hour; and then I came back and did not lie on mydeathsickbed but sat up in my chair to drink tea and concoct an alternative plan*.
Guess who have now occupied the Snugglie New Bedde? They are showing me how to Do It Rite.
* Stargate - SG1; Simon R Green; Olympics. So far, something seems to be working: look, I can sit here and type. Couldn't do that before. Next on the agenda is a bowl (or possibly a mug: in general I disapprove of soup in mugs, but leaning forward to spoon - maybe not) of Heinz Tomato Soup, which as a child of my generation I believe to be sovereign in all cases of disease and discomfort. I keep a supply especially for occasions such as this. After that, if I dare, there might be toast and more tea. Someone in Stargate said "Toast," and something in me went ooh - do I dare?. We'll see.
If I get worse at any point, I shall just shift over and disturb the boys. Again.
So of course the boys came over, and took turns lying on me: for it has been known since Tiem
But alas, I am Verie Stupidde. I kept Moaning and Groaning and Shifting About; and every time I sat up I was sick, which was just Narsty. So both cats abandoned me, to lie in front of the fire instedde.
Then they got Earlie Tea, which is always good. It had taken me fifteen minutes, literally, to get from the living room to the kitchen: five minutes to get to my feet; five minutes to sit on the stairs, because I couldn't wobble any further; five minutes more to get through the dining room. I think I am quite ill, actually.
I was actually going to the kitchen to make white tea, see if that would stay down (it being all full of antioxidants, which I do not know what these things may be but understand them to be good for one); and I gave the cats their tea while I was out there, for fear of having to do it all again in an hour; and then I came back and did not lie on my
Guess who have now occupied the Snugglie New Bedde? They are showing me how to Do It Rite.
* Stargate - SG1; Simon R Green; Olympics. So far, something seems to be working: look, I can sit here and type. Couldn't do that before. Next on the agenda is a bowl (or possibly a mug: in general I disapprove of soup in mugs, but leaning forward to spoon - maybe not) of Heinz Tomato Soup, which as a child of my generation I believe to be sovereign in all cases of disease and discomfort. I keep a supply especially for occasions such as this. After that, if I dare, there might be toast and more tea. Someone in Stargate said "Toast," and something in me went ooh - do I dare?. We'll see.
If I get worse at any point, I shall just shift over and disturb the boys. Again.