Squeakiness

So, my plan to blog every day has fallen at the first hurdle - didn't even make it to the middle of January.  I do have a good reason though.  As I said in my last post, I have been ill.

On Monday night my sinuses decided to become completely blocked which meant little sleep and much pain, so little sleep and so much pain, in fact, that I took Tuesday off sick.  I did manage to sleep most of Tuesday during the day - isn't that weird, I couldn't get any sleep during the night but during the day?  like a baby!

By Tuesday evening I thought I'd kicked its butt so back to work on Wednesday only to become more and more blocked as the day went on.  This didn't stop me from going to my Tai Chi class - we're starting to move backwards now - and I did find it wonderfully relaxing.  The need to concentrate on what my feet and arms were doing took the focus totally off my vaious sicky bits.  However, by the end of the day I was sneezing again and bringing up nasty green mucus decorated with lovely bright red blood (thought you'd want that detail).  That night I artfully arranged the tiger balm on the cotton wool pads either side of my bed and managed at least four hours sleep.

So, into work today.  Wasn't till I got there that I discovered the slightly sore throat I had was a cover for the disappearance of my voice (living on my own means I often don't say anything until I arrive at work).  It hasn't gone totally but it has become quite squeaky and I have no control over the volume (it suddenly cuts out like a radio with bad reception - obviously pre-digital).  I managed to get through both classes today - good listening practise for my students!

A long-standing friend and her husband came over to visit this evening.  Ninety minutes of lively chat (and just the one cup of tea) has left me even more sore-throated and squeakily voiced but it was worth it..

Who knows what tomorrow will bring but I am so grateful that it's Friday