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Published 09:36 11 Feb 2013 GMT
Updated 00:49 6 Nov 2013 GMT

For the last few years I've lived by the motto "Fake it ‘til you make it" - which does exactly what it says on the tin.
If you're in a bad mood you "fake" a good one and nine times out of ten it will work... Your mood will improve.
This thinking has gotten me through some tough times, but I've spent the entire weekend faking being FINE. I'm not.
I'm sick, sick enough to stay in bed, but I didn't. Sick enough to give up my Ireland v England ticket - but I didn't sick enough do that either. Instead I went along to everything saying: "I'm fine".
But all I've managed to do is make myself more sick, and in the process annoy everyone around me with my snots, sneezes, cough, and runny nose. As hard as I've tried to be myself, I'm more like a moany Kristen Stewart - all pale-faced and red eyes. (I even have the very lovely boyfriend).
I’ve refused to listen to my body, which is telling me to go to bed, take my antibiotics and be done with it. My inner stubbornness is refusing to cave in. You see, I simply can't be ill at the moment. I can be sick in two weeks, just not now. It’s getting very close to the second biggest date in my life EVER (the first is becoming a mum).
In less than two weeks I will be presenting my Eurosong act and song to the nation on The Late Late Show. Gulp!
Mairead is mentoring Kasey, and their song is 'Kiss Me There'
To continue with my "faking" theme, I've been doing a lot of that of late. I've been everything from an accountant to a hair stylist... so it's no wonder I've ended up in this throat-blistered heap.
So I’ve decided, no more faking it and a lot more ‘feck it’! Bed, meds and hot water bottle for me from now on…
M x