When Baggy was younger, she was always (well, mostly), quite fit and healthy. Not so much anymore! Creative Clara was going to put a Baggy Health Warning, of the 'Do not continue to read this if you're squeamish' kind of variety, but just thinking about her descriptions, she decided not to even go there! Let's just say Baggees, that on Sunday night, when Calum was already tucked up in bed ready for his stupid-o'clock start, Baggy was so poorly, that Freda Fretter was actually scared! Apart from the indescribable (because you really don't want her to) symptoms, Baggy was so cold, that her shivering was bashing her teeth together and causing her muscles to spasm.
Indeed, yesterday morning, when Clever Bird did a quick, 'Check your symptoms' search on the NHS website, a big flashy red symbol came up with a message saying, Call 999, and order an ambulance immediately. Naturally, by then, the majority of the symptoms had passed, so she didn't, but Freda Fretter realised that once again she probably had been right to be scared. Hmmm. Clever Bird is not sure whether it's flu, gastroenteritis, food poisoning or a continuation of the weird lurgy that Calum and Baggy had a week-or-so ago, but whatever it is, Baggy could do without it!
Yesterday, Baggy felt a teeny bit better, but didn't have the energy to do anything. Even her eyelids hurt, and putting one foot in front of the other was hard work; so in spite of actually sleeping reasonably well after the indescribables had finished, and Clever Bird had put four extra throws on Baggy and made her a hot-penguin (don't ask), she went back to bed for a lie down at noon. At 3.30 she was woken by Calum phoning to check how she was. She must then have gone back to sleep, because next time she woke up, it was dark. It turned out to be 5.45!
She had eaten nothing all day, partly because she truly wasn't hungry, and mainly because Freda Fretter didn't dare risk it, but The Domestic Goddess decided that she needed to eat something, so warmed up a can of tomato soup. Baggy managed to eat it without incident - phew - and felt a teeny bit better still. At 9.00, she went to bed once again, thinking that she wouldn't sleep but needed to rest her achy muscles, but must have fallen asleep instantly! And for once had a fairly uninterrupted night's sleep.
Thankfully today she feels almost back to normal, apart from having zero appetite and being achy still, so as the pooch hadn't been out since Saturday, Furry Mama persuaded Baggy to take him to the beach. Probably not sensible, as Baggy is still quite shaky and breathless, but she drove at the speed of a lazy snail, and got there safely.
Naturally, Baggy is now exhausted, as thankfully is the pooch, so she's flopping about, trying to keep warm, getting excited for Christmas...
Note to readers: For the avoidance of any doubt, every character in this blog is Baggy! No Baggy was harmed in its writing, although some of them get pretty confused!
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