Saturday, March 15, 2008
The bluebird of happiness
passed me by and instead the chicken of chicken pox came to visit me. Not my children yet. But me.
Right now submerging myself in a tank of calamine lotion sounds like bliss.
I'm doing alright - my sister says I have Weird Pox because I wasn't as sick as her so I am grateful for small mercies.
However, feeling like I am wrapped in a whole body suit of scratchy, itchy wool is probably not some I will feel grateful for until it's over and I'm immune. Sleeping is very difficult.
DH had a work trip booked so I went home to be looked after by my Mum. Thank goodness for grandmas is what I say.
I had to postpone my interview until Wednesday next week. I trust I will be over this thing by then, if a little... uh.. scabby. Hello Concealer!
Scratching my butt in the interview is probably not very attractive either.