Everybody around me is ill – well, not exactly everybody, but enough.
Patient Colleague is unwell, Creative Colleague is very unwell, and even Beloved Other, who is never ill, is not well.
I am not a happy bunny.
Being not well, especially at this time of year, is my trick. Sniffing, losing my voice, generally being miserable and making everybody else suffer for it – I am so good at that.
But it appears that this year’s bug is a chest infection, rather than a cold.
And, in The Mercy, I am not susceptible to chest infections.
What is disturbing is how unnerved I am at being the one who is not ill. It occurs to me that being the strong one or the able one is not a place I take easily.
Which is weird, since I am well, strong, able and capable. Perhaps I need to take that more seriously….