Well, I have been meaning to get around to writing something up about the rest of my time the fly hi and bye trip to New Zealand for that funeral, but wouldn't you know it, somewhere during last week my energy levels got so depleted that I allowed a stonking great head cold to walk on in.
Whether it was the flying out Monday for a funeral Tuesday to fly back Wednesday that did it, or the couldn't sleep Wednesday leading to trying to find some energy though dead tired at work Thursday, to finally broken through to sniffles Friday, something did it. And it developed from sniffles to a sore throat to a cough seemingly deep in the lungs. Very yucky. Didn't do much of anything at all on the weekend, apart from Saturday trying to rest it out, and Sunday trying to sweat it out - Brisbane, this time of year, with jeans and sweaters on.
Haven't had a day off sick though, which is a positive. Monday before work, I went to the pharmacists to ask what they would advise, and got some Robitussum or however you spell it. Seems to have worked the trick well enough, the feeling of sickness left my lungs and got to my sinuses again, but is almost all gone now, fingers crossed.
Just rewatched some video from when I visited my grandfather last, and am so glad I had the presence of mind to use my digital camera for the video. Wish I had had more memory cards now - my eldest uncle on that side got about an hour straight of Grandad talking about the old days, and the longer it went on the less self conscious Grandad got, whereas my vids are cutting in and out after two or three minutes apiece for the most part. Was trying to get a variety of situations in my case, and if I had taken any more video than I did, I am sure he, Grandad, would have felt ten different types of awkward - he was like that around cameras.
It was tough watching those videos. Especially when Grandad was speaking directly to me. But am so glad I got them, especially when he looks at the camera with a smile or laughs or something like that. There is one as well where for two minutes both him and my grandmother are quiet, he is sleeping while she is reading the newspaper - the only sound Animal Planet or something on television. For the grandparental home, that was a quiet moment.
I will write about the rest of last week's trip in the next couple of days, I promise.
Whether it was the flying out Monday for a funeral Tuesday to fly back Wednesday that did it, or the couldn't sleep Wednesday leading to trying to find some energy though dead tired at work Thursday, to finally broken through to sniffles Friday, something did it. And it developed from sniffles to a sore throat to a cough seemingly deep in the lungs. Very yucky. Didn't do much of anything at all on the weekend, apart from Saturday trying to rest it out, and Sunday trying to sweat it out - Brisbane, this time of year, with jeans and sweaters on.
Haven't had a day off sick though, which is a positive. Monday before work, I went to the pharmacists to ask what they would advise, and got some Robitussum or however you spell it. Seems to have worked the trick well enough, the feeling of sickness left my lungs and got to my sinuses again, but is almost all gone now, fingers crossed.
Just rewatched some video from when I visited my grandfather last, and am so glad I had the presence of mind to use my digital camera for the video. Wish I had had more memory cards now - my eldest uncle on that side got about an hour straight of Grandad talking about the old days, and the longer it went on the less self conscious Grandad got, whereas my vids are cutting in and out after two or three minutes apiece for the most part. Was trying to get a variety of situations in my case, and if I had taken any more video than I did, I am sure he, Grandad, would have felt ten different types of awkward - he was like that around cameras.
It was tough watching those videos. Especially when Grandad was speaking directly to me. But am so glad I got them, especially when he looks at the camera with a smile or laughs or something like that. There is one as well where for two minutes both him and my grandmother are quiet, he is sleeping while she is reading the newspaper - the only sound Animal Planet or something on television. For the grandparental home, that was a quiet moment.
I will write about the rest of last week's trip in the next couple of days, I promise.
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