I have had a horrendous few days. The depths to which people can be vicious and vindictive shocks me, especially when they are grown adults. I have alternated all week between being angrily defiant to being a weepy, crumbling wreck – I am too ill for this crap which is wholeheartedly undeserved. I wrote about the situation in my last post so I won’t harp on.
As if being slandered and publicly humiliated weren’t bad enough, I have had one of the worst colds in years this week. It started with an 8 day migraine, then came razor blades every time I swallowed and three days later the sneezing, streaming and coughing began and to add insult to injury I still have a banging head. Due to that, and the almost unbearable stress of recent events at my Camera Club, I have barely eaten or slept for days. The Pheasant splattered by a car on the road outside my house feels better than me today.
I have felt so poorly I have done nothing and seen no-one. I speak like Donald Duck, cough like a 40-a-day chain smoker and you can image what massive stress + a virus has done for my M.E. Consequently I really don’t have much to tell you.
The only bright light on the horizon is the news that I won another photography medal this week at an international Salon. Silver, for my new picture called ‘On the shelf‘. My friend told me she now has congratulations fatigue. Another medal? Yeah, whatever……. 😀