Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day?

Ah, the double edged sword of comparison. I'm at my lowest physical ebb in months (in the wake of a heavy cold) and I've had to lower my sights again. One of the hardest parts of being long-term ill is comparing yourself to others. Some of the juiciest heartaches have come from the old 'compare and contrast' manouevre (self inflicted, I add). Here's what you could have won if only you hadn't got ill ! But what about the flip side, where I console myself that I'm not as unfortunate as X, Y or Z? Is that cheating? Unfair?

Anyway, early amphibian's aside...Who's blog is it anyway? I don't know how many are reading and who you are, you mysterious and unknown readership, you. The comments section requires enrolling hence you probably have to give details of your bank balance and inner thigh measurements before leaving a comment. I might have to get one of those visitor counters to keep tabs on you.

-C

PS. I tried to install a web counter but it was linked to advertising. The product? A spray called Urine Gone for getting dog pee off the sofa. Also I checked the spelling of juiciest and it was correct. What about 'i before e, except after c' ? Spooky.