I don't want chocolate.

Apparently Easter is on the way, and supermarkets are selling juat about as much in the way of chocolate eggs and bunnies as everything else.

Normally I'm miss chocoholic, but having nursed Master Four Year Old through the worst of the pneumonia and inflamed stomach lymphnodes, it's now my turn to get hit insanely hard by ick.
I was hit by the virus five days after he was, and now four days after he was hospitalised, I'm on the verge of needing hospital myself. My temperature is dangerously high, and I now have horrendous sinusitis, bronchitis, a throat infection and a kidney infection. I'm used to this clusterf**k of infection as I get them all regularly, but with Benjamin still quite unwell and needing time off school, I cannot afford to be so sick as well.

Not that there is ever a convenient time to be sick, but this is possibly the worst timing imaginable!

Back to bed.