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Foggy porridge

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I had a lie-in this morning.

It’s Saturday so what’s wrong with a lie-in, you ask?

It’s the first real lie in I have had in many months, in fact so long that I can’t even remember the last one. 

For the last few days, life has conspired against me and dropped a ton of shit on my lap resulting in a distinct lack of the old shut-eye.  Since Wednesday I reckon I had a total of around four hours sleep, mainly made up of cat-naps where I would suddenly doze off in my armchair for a few minutes.  Now I know how Narcoleptics feel.  Then came last night and I just blissfully curled up and slept for the best part of twelve hours.

On of the minor causes in that conspiracy [the major ones are another story which shall remain untold] is my cough.  Now I know people love that disparaging term “man flu”, but I can assure you it isn’t that.  I’m no fucking hypochondriac and I can assure you that what I have is little more than a common cold which happens to be of the tickely cough type rather than the sneeze and snot variety.  What makes it different is that it’s the first one I have had in decades.

The only other symptoms are that my bones seem to have ratcheted their ache level a notch or two and that I just  can’t think very clearly.  I have heard the term “brain fog” but I seem to have a brain porridge.  Hence the lack of posting.

It is really damned irritating.  Something crosses my path and I think to myself that I must write about that but as soon as I start to form the basis of a post, the words turn to sludge and I have a compete brain shut-down.  This isn’t writers block – it’s more a case of the brain’s batteries failing and causing a complete cessation of all normal functions.  Ask me to write on a topic and within five minutes I have not only forgotten the topic but what day, month or even year it is.

I’m hoping that last night’s sleep will herald the end of this nonsense.  I have managed to type out a reasonably coherent few words [but that’s my opinion and everyone else may think differently] and I think that is a ray of hope?

Now, where was I?

 

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Foggy porridge — 23 Comments

    • I wouldn’t know.  I don’t usually have any to magnify, apart from a drop of the stiff joints and a tendency to be slightly more intolerant.

  3. Tickly cough, dehydrated a tad it sounds like to me. Certainly a glass of water drunk slowly seems to help that type of coughs in these parts.

    • I find the taste of neat water a bit rough on the palette.  I would need to dilute it considerably with whiskey.

  4. Pedant Alert!  If you suffer from“man flue” do you cough like an old chimney?

     

     

     

    I’ll get my coat…

  5. An excuse for a hot toddy or four. All quantities adjusted to taste. Cheap (cos it would be sacrilege to adulterate good stuff) whisky, or even whiskey, juice of one lemon, honey topped up with hot, not too hot, water. Repeat until all pain disappears. Get into bed before sleep incapacitates you. Prepare to perspire.

    • God no!  I have never ever taken to the hot whiskey lark.  It is an abomination and strikes a dagger through my soul.  I like mine neat without any adulteration whatsoever.  And don’t even dare mention cloves!

  6. I just hate those once in a decade tickly throat, cough-a-lot colds. There’s no fix for them and with me these days the damn things can last up to 2 weeks. Keeps my lady up as well which makes tings all that much more worse. How is she supposed to get up at 5:00 AM and build the fire in the wood stove if I keep her up all night not coughing and hacking?

    • Two weeks, huh?  Damn!  That means I have another week or more to run.  Don’t worry about your lady.  Just grab the quilt off her bed to add to your own [you need it on medical grounds].  The cold will get her up nice and early and will be a grand incentive to light that fire.

  7. Don’t some writers keep a notepad with them all the time, so if a thought occurs, they can write it down before it gets forgotten?

    • Inspiration isn’t the problem.  I can come up with a subject any time [as you may have noticed?].  It’s writing about it that’s the problem.

      • Many a decent title to a post I’ve come up with but couldn’t think of anything to write under the title. On the other hand, I’ve written up quite a few decent posts but never published due to the fact that I couldn’t conjure up a title. It’s was a vicious cycle indeed. And now I’ve got this strong desire to start writing again…I’m fighting it valiantly.

  8. My correspondent in Ireland informed me a couple of days ago that she was suffering from symptom similar to yours. She kept waking up every couple of hours with a tickly cough. Her doctor told her that she had probably had the infection for some time. He prescribed antibiotics.

    • My theory is that I caught it off Doc in the first place so I ain’t gonna ask him for help.  On second thoughts, does your correspondent live in Wicklow?  If so, don’t worry – I don’t kiss and tell.

      • I forget the nearest town. She lives on the coast in the extreme north west of the South, near the Northern Ireland border. Donegal golf club is not far away. Somewhat distant from you, but you know how disease can travel down telephone wires and through the internet these days.

    • Thanks Cat.  I will take your advice and will quote you in the event of an argument.

      I see you’ve grown your name?

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