Blogathon: 15/18

Counting out time

This arises from a conversation downstairs earlier.

I am still crook.

The Department of the Dead and Dying haven’t been out to paint a white cross on the door yet, but I expect that will happen any day now.

But my timeline goes like this.

Tuesday afternoon: start to feel unwell. Quickly it gets worse. After half an hour I packed up, said I was really unwell and was going home (where I was dreadfully unwell through the night).

Wednesday: a continuation of Tuesday, dreadfully unwell with occasional sleeps, but with the added bonus of achieving these things through many episodes of Battlestar Galactica. Continue through Wednesday night.

Thursday: still very unwell, as Wednesday.

Now the thing is, I would count that as 48 hours. But the girls counted it as three days, which is plainly wrong, obvs.

But why is it wrong, because in my addled state both are right, and that is impossible.

You can look out for another illness based blog post in the near future where I ask searching questions of Battlestar Galactica.