Miscellaneous musings from my sick bed
A feverish pre-xmas write up.
About the sickness: I have tonsillitis, I think, or something similar that makes swallowing excruciating and your body feel like it’s being dragged though mud. I”m lucky enough that I rarely get unwell, in fact the last time was exactly one year ago when I developed laryngitis and lost my voice. I don’t want to get too hippy-dippy about it, BUT, I think there is something notable about the fact that at the end of each year I am struck down with a mysterious illness centred around the throat which prevents me from speaking. As a stand up comedian who spends most of her time ranting uninterruptedly into a microphone, this is the universe firmly telling me to ”shut up”.
That’s one theory as to why I am ill, an alternative is because on Friday night I went on a date and drank two spicy margaritas, half a bottle of wine, a digestif and a coupe of champagne. “Relax! Let your hair down!” I told myself as I poured a glass of Moet at 2am “it’s been a busy year”. I’m a childfree woman who is on annual leave, getting drunk and being hungover is my privilege. And I stand by this, nothing and no-one can prevent me from lying in bed all day eating only granola and watching “L’Agence” on repeat. Indulge yourself or as Cher put it “be the baddest”.