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niallm, and then my tonsils did their time-honoured swell-up-and-go-pustulent routine. I suspect this is because Oisín picked up a cold at the creche and sneezed on me repeatedly, not being properly brought up. My throat is always the first thing to go.
So I'm at home again this week, guzzling Augmentin - and minding Oisín, who has the runs. I went to see my h0tt doctor on Monday, and he frowned and sighed and wrote me a sick note and told me I needed to take better care of myself. He's right, of course. But it's hard to change the habits of a lifetime.
(Oisín's fine, just to make that clear. It's a mild case, but because a few other kids at the creche have it too, they've asked us to keep him at home until he's better. He's remarkably cheerful with it - not really behaving like a sick child at all. And at least he hasn't picked up the conjunctivitis or the tonsilitis. Keep sucking down those antibodies, say I!)
Not that I completely neglect myself. I tend to eat well; I tend to exercise a reasonable amount; I tend to wrap up warm; I tend to take action quickly when my body lets me know something is wrong. I'm even in a pretty good mood most of the time, which is a crucial indicator. (One of the precursors to my tonsil flare-up was a crying fit at the weekend, accompanied by an overwhelming urge to apologise to everyone in the world for being so irredeemably bad and wrong.)
There are two things that make it harder to look after myself at the moment. (1) The sleep thing. Oh god, the sleep thing. It's completely ridiculous, but I find it insuperably difficult to go to bed before 22:00, which is what I need to do to start eroding my massive sleep deficit. It doesn't sound like it should be so hard, but I have so far consistently failed to do it. (2) My usual pattern is to expend energy in waves: I push myself to the limit when I need to get stuff done, then kick back, regroup, sleep in, catch up. Can't do that any more. Stuff needs to be done, so I'm pushing myself. I know I won't have a chance to kick back any time soon, but still I walk in those deep ruts. And then my body, tired of trying to get my attention, says to hell with it and invites passing streptococci to stay.
I think this is part of what people mean when they say that having a baby changes everything.
niallm, and then my tonsils did their time-honoured swell-up-and-go-pustulent routine. I suspect this is because Oisín picked up a cold at the creche and sneezed on me repeatedly, not being properly brought up. My throat is always the first thing to go.So I'm at home again this week, guzzling Augmentin - and minding Oisín, who has the runs. I went to see my h0tt doctor on Monday, and he frowned and sighed and wrote me a sick note and told me I needed to take better care of myself. He's right, of course. But it's hard to change the habits of a lifetime.
(Oisín's fine, just to make that clear. It's a mild case, but because a few other kids at the creche have it too, they've asked us to keep him at home until he's better. He's remarkably cheerful with it - not really behaving like a sick child at all. And at least he hasn't picked up the conjunctivitis or the tonsilitis. Keep sucking down those antibodies, say I!)
Not that I completely neglect myself. I tend to eat well; I tend to exercise a reasonable amount; I tend to wrap up warm; I tend to take action quickly when my body lets me know something is wrong. I'm even in a pretty good mood most of the time, which is a crucial indicator. (One of the precursors to my tonsil flare-up was a crying fit at the weekend, accompanied by an overwhelming urge to apologise to everyone in the world for being so irredeemably bad and wrong.)
There are two things that make it harder to look after myself at the moment. (1) The sleep thing. Oh god, the sleep thing. It's completely ridiculous, but I find it insuperably difficult to go to bed before 22:00, which is what I need to do to start eroding my massive sleep deficit. It doesn't sound like it should be so hard, but I have so far consistently failed to do it. (2) My usual pattern is to expend energy in waves: I push myself to the limit when I need to get stuff done, then kick back, regroup, sleep in, catch up. Can't do that any more. Stuff needs to be done, so I'm pushing myself. I know I won't have a chance to kick back any time soon, but still I walk in those deep ruts. And then my body, tired of trying to get my attention, says to hell with it and invites passing streptococci to stay.
I think this is part of what people mean when they say that having a baby changes everything.
