The Whiney Toddler Reaction

OK...
Freakin'...
WAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!

Sigh. Three to four days, said the doc. Three to four days of taking the pills, and this Labyrinthitis thing would sod the hell off.
Three days, no change. Still semi-deaf, still walking like a drunk, still cyclically queasy. Grr.

I know, I know, Four days is the charm, right? It's just that the longer I sit here doing nothing, but eating reasonable, normal meals, the more I can feel them turning to globules of fat on my belly and man-breasts.

Woke myself up in the middle of the night with a craving. At one point yesterday, d bought herself a couple of chocolate coated choux buns with cream. At 3.30 this morning, practically had myself a teenaged incident thinking about one of those bad boys! That's when you know there's something deeply, deeply messed up in your psyche, trust me!

Mind you, my whining as been rather overtaken by events. I mentioned yesterday that d had been struck upside the head with a whacking great cudgel of lurgi. It's been getting worse ever since. She mentioned, semi-casually through a squeak last night that several people in her office had come down with pneumonia in recent weeks. This, casually, from the woman with rice-paper lungs...Sigh...

Packed her off to bed now with chills and two hot water bottles. I tried to do a choir practice this evening...

That was fun! Came away halfway through for fear of opening my mouth and embarrassing myself even more than usual...
And so to tomorrow, with doctors first thing for d, and several shedloads of things to do. And please gods, if my lugholes return to normal service, some Disappearing to boot!