March didn't start well for me I'm afraid...I caught a cold. When this little Missy gets a cold it's never straightforward..a box of tissues and cosy pj's simply don't cut it. Due to having shoddy lungs every sniffle makes me fear at the whole debacle which may follow. I am aware that I'm prone to bursts of over dramatisation but not as far as my health is concerned...poor health just sucks.
So, I got the cold and then got myself to the doctors for a course of antibiotics and after 5 days of sneezing, sweating, shivering and coughing up junk..I have finally turned a corner. Hooray!
The Mister still has me under house arrest which is just as well as even a walk to the bathroom feels like a 10 mile trek (as oppose to the 5 metres it possibly is). Television is driving me crazy and knitting just doesn't seem to be an option right now. Farmville is proving as addictive as ever although the Mister has proved his worth as a great farmhand when I've been out of sorts during harvest time.
Thank goodness for the love of a good man..albeit a bossy one.