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I’m ill… again

19 Dec

I know I’ve mentioned before that I never used to get ill. In 2012 I had not one cold. Not one. In the first half of 2013 I did not suffer so much as a sniffle. It’s something I’ve always been very proud of. Perhaps too proud.

Since the pizza of doom I have had five colds. It hasn’t even been five months yet. Now, that’s a record.

In fact, this time around I seem to have raised the bar with what I am pretty sure is tonsillitis. Lovely.

This morning I had to present to my whole agency. I’d put together a great presentation about how Christmas advertising evokes emotion, and how we can use some tricks of the trade from the big retailers for our everyday creative work. I was excited to present. But last night I got approximately one hour’s sleep. And I had to start my presentation with, “I’m sorry, I don’t usually sound like Barry White.”

So all afternoon I’ve been on the sofa trying to keep on track of what’s going on in the office. Tonight I find myself trying to sort out stuff with our New York office.

Excuse me while I moan, but this is not what Christmas is about!

All I want to do is lie down. And cuddle someone lovely.

Me vs. the Universe

19 Nov

This is actually starting to get pretty funny. The love of my life breaks my heart just before I start a new job, and I keep going keep going keep going til I reach my holiday.

On holiday:
– I have a cold that will not shift
– I get migraines every other day
– My wisdom tooth starts hurting me
– I get sunburnt

This afternoon my cold felt better and I went to lie by the pool. I felt something tickling my hip, put my hand down to investigate, and promptly got stung by a bee. True story.

I headed back to the apartment to sit on the balcony and enjoy a Sam Adams. As I picked up my glass, it slipped from my hand and spilt beer everywhere.

Oh, Universe. What else have you got in store for me in 2013?

Whatever it is, bring it on.

Broken heart, broken mind, broken body

16 Nov

I’ve mentioned before that I never used to get ill. Never. My crazy strong immune system laughed in the snotty face of colds, flus, bugs and viruses. Getting sick, just not my thing. I was far too busy having fun.

That was before the pizza of doom.

For the past few months I seem to constantly be fighting one bug or another. I was so focused on keeping going til my holiday that some kind of superhero power kicked in the last few weeks. But now I’m actually on holiday, I have the worst cold, and a very sore wisdom tooth jagging me in the cheek.

This is what I find most galling and, to be honest, most frightening about this whole break up. It’s not just the relationship that is broken up: it’s me. It’s my heart that genuinely hurts when I think about him. It’s my mind that cannot focus on anything for longer than a few seconds without hearing, “I was never in love with you” and questioning questioning questioning everything. And it’s my body which, after months of not sleeping properly, crying and stress, is just done.

He took my happiness, my love for the world and for pizza. He also took my first-class immune system.

Single and snotty. What a winning combination.