So it’s Saturday morning, I’m waking up with yet another sore throat, a pounding head and my ears ringing. Most would assume a hangover, maybe from a wild Friday Night Out – something most 21-year-olds would have endured. Nope, I’m just poorly.
I wouldn’t call it a flu just yet, but these virus symptoms mixed with Mother Nature’s monthly gift don’t exactly equal a fun time. I spent the whole of the week, wrapped up in bed, trying to work from home (fail), trying to sleep it off (also fail) and even trying to finish my book (major fail). The only thing I actually completed was a shopping list, for the things I need… but more importantly, the things I want.
FOR THE BED