Still just about in the land of the living…

I’m sorry, I know you’ve all been dying to hear about the wedding. Me, I’ve just been dying. I woke up on Monday feeling awful. Sore throat… weak… no appetite… couldn’t stop coughing. Somehow managed to drag myself into work then left again at 1 because I could not concentrate. I was home by 2:30pm, in bed by 3 and, other then a brief trip to the kitchen for Lemsip, I stayed there until it was time to get up the next morning. On Tuesday I managed to stay at work for the whole day but by the time I was on the train home I was back to feeling awful, so once again I went straight to bed. I haven’t even been reading Katyboo’s blog or Belgian Waffling that should tell you how bad it was! (No, it’s not Swine Flu to answer the first question my mother asked when she phoned to see how I was).

Do you know what the worst thing is about being ill as an adult? There’s nobody to look after you. If I’d been 10 I’d have had people bringing me medicine and Heinz cream of chicken soup while insisting I stayed in bed. As a 26 year old I had to cook my own food (half of which ended up in the bin as until yesterday I still had no appetite) and fetch my own medicine (Lemsip, Strepsils and random tea that’s meant to help with colds). And nobody could care less whether I was tucked up in bed or sitting in my freezing cold living room waiting for the kettle to boil.
Thankfully I seem to be on the road to recovery now. I don’t think I could have stood another week of this (and anyway, I have to go to Cologne on Thursday evening for a 2 day seminar and I really, really don’t feel like being ill during that…)

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