What a bad month

What a bad health month this has been. Had that horrible tooth problem which has now cured up very nicely. Still a big lump there but very much better than it was. I had a wee night out on Saturday with a friend. Nicel Lasagne and a glass of wine at a local pub on Saturday night then another glass in the pub on the way back home and in bed by 10pm. Woke up Sunday as sick as a dog, unable to eat or drink anything. Even a sip of water made me sick. That does not happen very often to me. Of Course, D who was away till Sunday night was convinced it was a hang over. WHAT?????????? on 2 glasses of wine. I don`t think. Surely my street cred has not fallen that low. Was feeling bi better on Monday but have had a sickie week ( at work) but not feeling great. Straight to bed when the children went home and not really eating much. ( A few more weeks mmmmmmm maybe months of this and I might fit in a bikini for my hols). Very very tired . Seems to be lots of bugs going about.

In the meantime, D came home with a bad cold which has developed into bronchitis and also has larangytis. Not that I am sure how you spell both of those but the doc knows and he is now on antibiotics. D not the Doc!!!

I have gotten behind with Uni work but have been catching up tonight and am nearly nearly finished the first module. I would love to have it fdone and dusted on Sunday and maybe even submitted early. We will see.

Reading through some of the stuff from Uni during the week and last week made me even more depressed. According to various psychologists, at my age, I am having a mid life crisis. Actually my family have been saying this for a while and I have poo pooed them but hey, if the psycholgists say it (and have a chart to prove it) then it must be true. Feeling quite depressed that this sense of achievement and fun that I am having is described as a crisis. This kind of means that the crisis will be over soon! Then what? Scary stuff.