nine week nasty

having been sick nearly continuously for nine weeks now our doctor finally gave me a diagnosis of bronchitis this morning. i'm taking antibiotics. i don't know how chronically ill people manage to keep from throwing themselves off a cliff. i can't stand feeling this crap day after day, after week, after month. i hope i come good very soon. all my jobs in life are suffering- the paid one that i'm too ill to get on a train and go into the city to do, being a mother to a bouncing, exploring darling girl, being a housekeeper and being a wife to my lovely, long-suffering husband.

speaking of lovely husband... paulie was absolutely wonderful over the weekend allowing me to stay in bed for many hours while he entertained percy and kept house. one of the more entertaining things he did was give percy's high chair a much needed power-scrub. poor baby probably could have got a full compliment of nutrients just gnawing off the various growths, moulds, fungi and multi-coloured spots that were spreading over the chair! the chair is now so clean and shiny it hurts the eyes and percy is in danger of sliding off it!