Starting to feel a little better. I think. Somewhat less snotty. Slightly less coughing. Although they hurt more because I’m so sore. But let’s hope the worst is over It’s no fun being sick. Surprisingly enough.

I have to thank Desirée for the painkillers. They were supposed to help my back when traversing the Greenland wastelands, but they came in handy last night to take away the fierce headache and general pains. I’m also taking something for the throat. Along with insulin and pills for diabetes. I feel like a walking medicin cabinet. Except I don’t have a door that swings open in my stomach.

I called in sick to the playground. They’ll find someone else to feed the animals tomorrow. Maybe Jannie. I’m sure that’ll be fine. I miss all the crawly critters, though. And I’m sure you guys do too. So to take our minds off all the sickly stuff here is a video I made just before the diabetes debacle: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zCZ2-Ny_LSk. As I said once in another life, all the animals are always eager to be fed. And this bunny is no different. There’s a couple of them who have learnt how to do that thing, clawing at their cage door to get attention. The first couple of times it happened it sure startled me. I thought maybe we’d locked a human in one of the cages by mistake. A tiny little human with enormous teeth. And that would be scary.

So there.

I feel horrible. Plain old horrible. Constantly coughing and sneexing and aching and just blergh. I want to crawl under a rock and die. But I guess I’ll settle for crawling into bed and sleeping. I think this is the worst cold I have ever had.

I have had visits from both mum and dad today. They are both very supportive. Both about the diabetes and about the cold. My dad brought me some supplies so I don’t have to be going out. I have to feed the animals on Saturday, though. I’m not sure I’ll be up to that. I guess I’ll see how I feel tomorrow and if it’s no good then I’ll call and ask them to make other arrangements. I do really want to see the goats, though. If I don’t get to go over the weekend then it’ll be a couple of weeks since I last saw them. That might very well be the longest time apart from them ever. That ain’t right. Maybe they can come for a sick visit. If I tell them that my apartment is full of greens they might just agree to it.

I can’t take it anymore. I’m going to bed.