Ahh, 37. What a welcome you have given me.
It started on Sunday night when I went to bed with a funny tickle in my ears that seemed to reach it's fingers into my throat. Monday I just felt weary. It started to hurt when I swallowed.
Tuesday, my birthday. I had grand plans of meeting some lovely friends for lovely coffee whilst being lavished with lovely gifts. Instead I woke up at 3am vomiting with achey bones so bad I sobbed while my husband snored.
Is there anything more pity party inducing than spending your birthday lying on the couch moaning?
I did manage to bake my own birthday cake on Monday afternoon. A very sad looking replica of the sewing machine from the Australian Women's Weekly Birthday Cake Book. At least the kids liked it, and I have bags of left over lollies in the cupboard since I only used a couple for decoration anyway.
And I did end up with lovely gifts of course....
Birthday money was used to finally pick up the ipad I had on layby. It only took me three hours last night to crack my wifi security so that the bloody thing could work!
And some very lovely friends of mine spoilt me with a lovely pile of goodies too!
I'm off to Hobart next weekend (all by myself!!!!) to catch up with some friends and family so I am planning on celebrating my birthday a little better then. Salamanca Market, The Stash Cupboard, dinner out, staying in a hotel. Yes please!
Have you ever been sick on your birthday???