My doctor insisted she jab me before leaving the country letting me know in no uncertain terms it wasn’t about me it was about the bigger picture and stopping the spread. At least I know its not the flu!
I’ve got my self some mighty swollen neck glands, they’ve been expanding over the last few days and Ive been trying to ignore them but this morning I am feeling glad I packed a skivvy. Currently my clavicle is joined to the tip of my chin with no indentation to decipher where my face begins and ends like a backwards muscleman neck. Its just a cold.
Ill be stuck in the studio for the next couple days! maybe a couple little walks close by but its all pretty ugly and I need a rest. x
Whenever I have a cold I constantly repeat that poem about Christopher Robbin having sneezles and wheezles, I memorised it for a drama performance when I was in grade six and I only know it still there when I have the sneezles myself and then I cant turn it off. The A.A. Milne book was my dads book and I think it was my favourite growing up. it was small and had a hard white cover with christopher himself on the front.Full of short poems. I still remember the feeling of the rhyming words seeming like magic. ..ill add it to the end..I have much time on my hands!!
