Thursday afternoon a week ago I caught cold sitting scarfless in the garden, and within 24 hours it had developed into a full-blown head cold. Because I had become ill so quickly I hoped it would pass quickly too, but alas, no such luck.
One downside of living alone is definitely the fact that when you're ill and you want a cup of tea or something to eat the only way you are going to get it is by rising from your sickbed to prepare it yourself. Fortunately that was only a problem for the first few days. Even though I still have a head full of snot I don't feel that ill any more, and my energy, which had gone in a flash and left me listless and not feeling up to anything except reading magazines, is slowly returning. Just as well, because I have a lot of catching up to do: housework, homework (aargh), LJ, etc. etc. The mere thought is daunting.
BTW, a curious but welcome side-effect I noticed is that I'm not bothered so much by the heat. Yesterday it was around 30ºC here and while everyone around me in the tram was huffing and puffing, I just sat there serenely and comfortably basking in the warmth. It made a nice change. :)