Being sick is nobody's idea of a good time. Unless you're a hypochondriac I suppose. I spent most of last week flat on my back in bed, with something that felt akin to being kicked in the chest by a mule. I'm not one to dwell on illness - I don't dwell, I just get grumpy if I don't recover within what I consider to be an acceptable time frame - so I will just say that it was bad and now I'm back at work. Thankfully I had the support and care of a very much loved one, which made the worst bits bearable.
Now I am going to stare out the window for a while and finish my cup of tea, because this being back at work gig isn't everythying I thought it would be when I first groaned out of bed this morning. Until next time...
Now I am going to stare out the window for a while and finish my cup of tea, because this being back at work gig isn't everythying I thought it would be when I first groaned out of bed this morning. Until next time...
2 comments:
Mine was/is that awful bacterial thing that you need antibiotics to get rid of. I really don't feel like being back at work today, but I am able to stand and speak, so there's no real reason why I shouldn't be. I was off work for four days last week. Yuk. How was your follow-up date with your Mr. Unexpected? :)
Gastro. Sounds like you're suffering from the same thing as that man in Cuba.
So? Is there going to be another date with Mr. E.? Details girl, details! :)
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