I first felt meh on Friday 27th December. I know this because it was the day between Christmas and New Year when I worked. I didn’t feel right at all, but felt I couldn’t not go in because it was the one day I was working!
Since then I have lurched from one cold to another and had days of sore throats. I started with another cold on Wednesday afternoon, went to work yesterday and today, after not sleeping and feeling particularly pants, I phoned work at 8.30am to say I wouldn’t be going in. I was worried about it, because Elliott has started with migraine and I’ve had to work from home and take a day off in the last couple of weeks. Of course Elliott is also full of snot so I marched us both into the GP today because I can’t afford for him or me to get full blown lurgy – and Elliott had sweated through the entire duvet last night. Yuk.
I asked him about going to work. Should I be going in? He said so many ailments can be made better if we just take rest – and that he’s watched me roll my eyes at him over the years whenever he’s told me to take some rest for myself. 48 hours of it. So that’s what I am doing. As little as possible. She says, as she writes this blog post.