I'll start.
A virus has swept through our house since week before Christmas.
DH first, followed by me 48 hours later. A speedy but harsh 4 day illness which left us exhausted but "recovered".
The weird thing was, how exactly mine copied his to the hour. Never experienced it before, identical in swiftness and severity.
We were not. He has progressively gotten worse and is back to a sky high temperature and a racking cough (not COVID, confirmed) and is going to see the GP tomorrow.
Eldest came down with it 3 days ago and is now mildly on the up, her temperature has dropped below 40 for the first time.
Which brings me to me, who is currently curled up on the sofa, with a hot water bottle on her ear having gotten up to take codiene because I can feel the build up to my eardrum rupturing, because unlike most children, I never grew out of it.
So I'm thoroughly fed up, in absolute agony and just waiting for the relief following what I already know is going to be a lightning rod of white hot pain through my skull.
So why are you reading this? Why are you awake?