HHhhuuuurrkkck-ckhh-ckkch-ccckkhhuaghh

I thought I was going to miss most of the fun and festivities over the weekend because of lack of monies (and being very careful with those few I have left) - I was planning on just sneaking down to Black Sheep on the Sunday to see who was left alive. However much to my suprise I ended up missing most of the fun and festivities over the weekend due to being horribly, horribly ill. In fact I missed most of the weekend period - and the past week come to that - in a fuzzy blur of aching limbs and swollen head and fever and throbbing and fluids everywhere (and not in a good way).

I was hoping it was on it's way out, as my thoughts seem to be back in some kind of coherent order and I can feel where my head ends and the outside world begins again. Unfortunately I can also feel burning in my throat and a nice new cough that won't stop. So I have an appointment with the doctors tomorrow to see if they can give me something to kick in in the arse on the way out.

Failing that Kris will probably snap and put me out of my misery as he's spent the past week trying to interpret croaked and snuffled entreaties, running round after me every evening making hot and cold drinks, and dashing out to the shops for long-as-your-elbow lists of medical supplies and soups and chocolate... he is being exceedingly good and patient and wonderful, but there's that twitch in his eyes now that says he's only a couple more hot ribenas away from a killing spree, possibly with a sharpened packet of lemsip... Either that or he'll resort to his usual tactic of getting ill himself so I ~have~ to get better quick to nurse him...

(On a side note, there's nothing as bad as being ill enough to be able to eat chocolate guilt free, only to discover that you're so ill you can't even taste it!)

Tomorrow is also the day I have to go deal with the dreaded Job Cente, which is leaving me full of much joy. I was in two minds as to whether to even sign on or not but the prospect of any freelance work before Christmas is pretty slim - and there is rent to pay. And being ill pretty much put paid to signing up for any seasonal shop work or the like, which I was originally considering (although again in two minds - I have many minds! - as these early weeks are when everyone in recruitment places usually wants you to come in and meet them in person, and while they do have to ~understand~ "I'm sorry, I'm working in a warehouse this week" it doesn't score you those extra brownie points that take you to the top of the applicants list, which gets you back into proper work the sooner - catch 22 and all that.) On the plus side I already have a couple of agencies keen for me to come in and meet them as soon as I can promise not to infect them, and at least one of them deals with freelance work, so hopefully things might come long term AND short term from that.

Oh, and it's my old work's Christmas do on Friday which I am invited to and really want to be well enough to go to - not just to say proper goodbyes, but because the company is paying for meals and all the drinks and the like so it's sort of like an end of year bonus and this is the only way to collect it. I know it technically won't leave me any richer at the end of it, but it's the principle of the thing, you know?

Blah blah... and that's about it really. I don't think I have done much else apart from worry about work, cough and snuffle. Exciting times...