Date: 26 December 2008 22:40:58
Midnight Mass was not, as predicted, graced with my presence... it was a mistake to go on Christmas Morning.
"Peace be with you" I muttered incoherently to the priest, as I was aiming to get back to the organ, from the pulpit where I'd just done the intercessions I'd completely forgotten I'd said I'd do, without being got by anyone...
"You should be in bed!" was the liturgically incorrect response. Correct medical diagnosis, though. I came home, cried off from going out to Christmas lunch, (we have nice friends who didn't take this badly) and took to my bed again!! Luckily I have no appetite, as there is little in the way of food... other than copious amounts of chocolate that I've just offered to Jack the Lass to help her essay marking, and the copious amounts of store cupboard stuff that is not of my choosing which I really cannot face making into anything I might feel like eating. Hopefully, I'll feel a bit more like emerging, taking myself off in a supermarket direction and returning with some easy and nutritious food tomorrow. Because, on Wednesday's evidence, even asking the other member of this household to adhere to any list I might issue is asking Too Much. Offers of getting stuff have been made, but experience tells me I'll get what is thought to be right, not what I want. Sighs.....
Believe it or not, I'm normally very healthy! To be laid low like this twice in one month is incredibly unusual. To not want to eat chocolate is unheard of.